Luyện nghe bài hát Mind Of A Maniac

[Talking: Lil
I showed the world,
Now we wrap it up, ya know what I'm saying
Welcome to the mind of a
What part of you niggas don't understand?
Lemme talk to ya'll before we

I keep a gat cause murder gotta bad habit
Of in the studio while I murk ya, I'm comin mane.
I swear to God I'm thuggin hard trill niggas deal witcha big glocks off top, we stuntin mane
We street niggas, we eat niggas off tracks Mouse and B
You be bout ya bread ya talk to me
Mom ya wonder why ya child's so bad, because the fuckin bags done 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
ya dick up cause ya dick will have the hiccups, you're rich if ya marry a bitch, get a prenupt
{I go no mind}

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

Thug life, that's all we know so we grow until some beasts when we can let off leeches
We go and get it, get ya up
And when them camera flash you ain't never gotta ask it's that's Boosie bad azz, up!
Angels runnin us off, I ain't runnin my mouth, spade for I'm the realest nigga out,
Know what I'm talkin
My let Joc out
Jealous cause we fresher than rest of them fellas stick together
Gotta have alarms, locks, I, can't trust nobody, I, gotta keep a eagle nigga know I got it
Heart full of fuckin pain cause I'm tired of gettin
And grabbed by all these the fuckin crabs.
I laugh and maintain don't switch the game plain and fuck the 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 role model, but I'm not a role model, gotta when I ain't gotta, tired & still holla
I'm a boss so I go off, know I like to show off, on the of riches, gotta murda these niggas
{Ain't got no

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We holla fuck cops, if we fall off with this rap it's back to the trap to bust blocks
Man who can I trust not, nigga up the game, it's down to momma pain, & CEO's and main mane,
Gon' be in the chain game these niggas stop playin from niggas, and bitches, yes sir I got game.
God cursed me with diabetes I feel like I'm insane, you ain't from the hood & you don't
It mane, in the streets they mane, and Boosie he a target, so me?
I got my 40 when I'm shittin on the toilet, I'm paranoid, starin' to get ya ass hit.
Four or chains ain't never had shit.
Fuck a bitch she mingle, ha, she want my jingles, one hit wonders gettin 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

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