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 talk to ya'll before we

I keep a gat niggas 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 deal witcha big glocks off top, we ain't stuntin
We street niggas, we eat niggas off from Mouse and B
You betta be ya bread 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 mane I gotta get it, choppers and a glock 40 play me you get ya issue
Wrap ya 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 gotta ask it's that's Boosie bad azz, up!
Angels runnin us off, I ain't 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 done stick together
Gotta have alarms, locks, I, trust nobody, I, gotta keep a desert eagle nigga know I got it
Heart full of pain cause I'm tired of gettin stabbed
And by all these the mutha fuckin 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 shit goin on where I 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 ain't gotta, & 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}

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We holla cops, if we fall off with this rap mane it's back to the trap to bust blocks
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 stop 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 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 wanna mingle, ha, she want my jingles, one hit gettin rich off a single.
What's that Michael Vick? Don't snitch, that judge he kill deers and it's real.
got no mind}

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