Luyện nghe bài hát Mind Of A Maniac

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

I keep a gat cause murder gotta bad habit
Of purple in the studio while I ya, I'm comin mane.
I swear to God I'm thuggin hard trill niggas witcha big glocks off top, we ain't stuntin mane
We street niggas, we eat off tracks from 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 money mane I gotta get it, choppers and a glock 40 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 ain't go no

Welcome to the mind of a maniac {street nigga, street nigga}

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 ask it's that's Boosie bad azz, straight up!
Angels runnin us off, I runnin my mouth, spade for spade I'm the realest nigga out,
Know what I'm bout
My let Joc out
Jealous cause we fresher than of them fellas done stick together
Gotta have alarms, locks, I, can't trust nobody, I, gotta keep a desert eagle nigga I got it
Heart full of fuckin pain cause I'm of gettin stabbed
And grabbed by all these the fuckin crabs.
I laugh and maintain don't switch the game plain and fuck the police they 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 I ain't gotta, tired & still holla
I'm a boss so I go off, I like to show off, on the road 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 momma pain, & CEO's and mane,
Gon' be in the chain game these niggas stop playin from niggas, and bitches, yes sir I got game.
God cursed me with I feel like I'm insane, you ain't from the hood & 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, starin' to get ya ass hit.
Four or five chains never had shit.
Fuck a bitch she wanna mingle, ha, she want my jingles, one hit wonders gettin off a single.
What's that Michael Vick? Don't snitch, tell judge he kill deers and it's real.
got no mind}

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