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 part of real you niggas don't
Lemme talk to before we leave

I keep a gat niggas murder gotta bad habit
Of purple in the studio while I murk ya, I'm mane.
I swear to God I'm 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 betta be bout ya ya talk to me
Mom ya wonder why ya so bad, because the fuckin body 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
Wrap ya dick up cause ya 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 maniac {street nigga, street [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!
Angels runnin us off, I ain't my mouth, spade for spade I'm the realest nigga out,
what I'm talkin bout
My let Joc out
Jealous cause we fresher than rest of them fellas done stick
have alarms, locks, I, can't trust nobody, I, gotta keep a desert eagle nigga know I got it
Heart full of fuckin cause I'm tired of gettin stabbed
And grabbed by all these the 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 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 smile when I 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}

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We holla fuck cops, if we fall off with this rap mane it's back to the 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 these niggas don't stop playin niggas, and bitches, yes sir I got game.
God me with diabetes I feel like 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 ain't had shit.
Fuck a bitch she mingle, ha, she want my jingles, one hit wonders gettin rich off a single.
What's that Michael Vick? Don't snitch, tell judge he kill deers and it's real.
{Ain't got no

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