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 mind of a
What part of you niggas don't understand?
Lemme to ya'll before we leave

I a gat cause niggas 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 ain't stuntin
We street niggas, we eat niggas off tracks Mouse and B
You betta be ya bread ya talk to me
Mom ya wonder why ya child's so bad, because the fuckin body bags done my ass, it's deep
Holdin on to this mane I gotta get it, choppers and a glock 40 play with me you get ya issue
Wrap ya dick up cause ya dick will have the hiccups, you're rich if ya marry a bitch, get a
{I go no mind}

Welcome to the mind of a maniac {street nigga, 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 ask it's 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 what I'm talkin
My let Joc out
cause we fresher than rest of them fellas done 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 by all these the mutha fuckin crabs.
I laugh and maintain don't switch the game plain and the police they bring us no peace.
This the mind of me, {Boosie boo} so much shit goin on where I roam how I'm gonna find some
They say I'm a role model, but I'm not a role model, smile 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
got no mind}

x2]

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 fuckin up the game, it's down to pain, & CEO's and main mane,
Gon' be in the chain game niggas don't 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 murder 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 five ain't never had shit.
Fuck a bitch she wanna mingle, ha, she 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.
{Ain't got no

x2]