Luyện nghe bài hát Mind Of A Maniac

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

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

Welcome to the mind of a {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 flash you ain't never gotta ask it's that's Boosie bad azz, straight up!
runnin us off, I ain't runnin my mouth, spade for spade I'm the realest nigga out,
Know I'm talkin bout
My let Joc out
Jealous cause we fresher than rest of them fellas stick together
Gotta have alarms, locks, I, can't nobody, I, gotta keep a desert eagle nigga know I got it
Heart full of fuckin pain cause I'm of gettin stabbed
And grabbed by all these the mutha 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 boo} so much 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 smile when I gotta, tired & still holla
I'm a boss so I go off, know I like to show off, on the road of riches, gotta murda these
got no mind}

x2]

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

x2]