Luyện nghe bài hát Mind Of A Maniac

[Talking: Lil
I done the world,
Now we finna wrap it up, ya know what I'm
Welcome to the of a maniac
What part of real you don't understand?
talk to ya'll before we leave

I keep a gat niggas murder gotta bad habit
Of purple in the studio while I ya, I'm comin mane.
I to God I'm thuggin hard trill niggas deal witcha big glocks off top, we ain't stuntin mane
We street niggas, we eat niggas off tracks from and B
You be bout ya bread ya talk to me
Mom ya wonder why ya child's so bad, because the fuckin body bags hypnotized my ass, it's deep
Holdin on to this money I gotta get it, choppers and a glock 40 play with me you get ya issue
Wrap ya dick up cause ya dick have the hiccups, you're rich if ya marry a bitch, get a prenupt
{I ain't go no

Welcome to the mind of a maniac nigga, street nigga} [x2]

Thug life, that's all we know so we grow until some when we can let off them leeches
We go and get it, get ya up
And when them camera flash you ain't never gotta ask that's Boosie bad azz, straight up!
Angels runnin us off, I ain't my mouth, spade for spade I'm the realest nigga out,
Know I'm talkin bout
My let Joc out
Jealous we fresher than rest of them fellas done stick together
Gotta have alarms, locks, I, can't trust nobody, I, gotta keep a eagle nigga know I got it
Heart of fuckin pain cause I'm tired of gettin stabbed
And grabbed by all the mutha fuckin crabs.
I laugh and maintain don't the game plain and fuck the police they bring us no peace.
This the mind of me, {Boosie so much shit goin on where I roam how I'm gonna find some peace?
They say I'm a model, but I'm not a role model, gotta smile when I ain't gotta, tired & still holla
I'm a boss so I go off, know I like to off, on the road of riches, gotta murda these niggas
got no mind}

x2]

We holla fuck cops, if we fall off with this rap mane it's to the trap to bust blocks
Man who can I trust not, nigga fuckin up the game, it's to momma pain, & CEO's and main mane,
Gon' be in the chain these niggas don't stop playin from niggas, and bitches, yes sir I got game.
God cursed me with diabetes I feel I'm insane, you ain't from the hood & you don't deserve
It mane, in the streets murder mane, and Boosie he a target, so me?
I got my 40 when I'm on the toilet, I'm paranoid, starin' hard to get ya ass hit.
Four or five chains never had shit.
Fuck a bitch she wanna mingle, ha, she want my jingles, one hit wonders rich off a single.
What's that Michael Don't snitch, tell that judge he kill deers and it's real.
{Ain't got no

x2]