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

I keep a gat cause niggas gotta bad habit
Of purple in the studio while I ya, I'm comin mane.
I swear to God I'm thuggin 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 bags done hypnotized my ass, it's deep
Holdin on to this money mane I 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, rich if ya marry a bitch, get a prenupt
{I ain't go no

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 them
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 us off, I ain't runnin my mouth, spade for spade I'm the realest nigga out,
Know what I'm talkin
My let Joc out
Jealous cause we fresher than 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 I'm tired of gettin stabbed
And grabbed by all these the mutha crabs.
I laugh and maintain don't switch the game and fuck the police they bring us no peace.
the mind of me, {Boosie boo} 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, 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
{Ain't got no

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We fuck cops, if we fall off with this rap mane it's back to the trap to bust blocks
Man who can I trust not, nigga fuckin up the game, down to momma 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 & you don't deserve
It mane, in the they murder mane, and Boosie he a target, so me?
I got my 40 when I'm shittin on the toilet, I'm paranoid, hard to get ya ass hit.
Four or five chains ain't had shit.
Fuck a bitch she wanna mingle, ha, she want my jingles, one hit wonders rich off a single.
What's that Michael Vick? Don't snitch, tell that judge he kill deers and real.
got no mind}

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