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
Welcome to the of a maniac
What of real you niggas don't understand?
talk to ya'll before we leave

I keep a gat cause niggas murder gotta bad
Of purple in the studio while I ya, I'm comin mane.
I swear to God I'm hard trill niggas deal witcha big glocks off top, we ain't stuntin mane
We niggas, we eat niggas 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 done hypnotized my ass, it's deep
Holdin on to this money mane I gotta get it, choppers and a 40 play with me you get ya issue
Wrap ya dick up cause ya dick will have the hiccups, you're if ya marry a bitch, get a prenupt
{I go no mind}

Welcome to the of a maniac {street nigga, street nigga} [x2]

Thug life, all we know so we grow until some beasts when we can let off them leeches
We go and get it, get ya up
And when them camera flash you ain't never gotta ask it's that's bad azz, straight up!
Angels runnin us off, I runnin my mouth, spade for spade I'm the realest nigga out,
what I'm talkin bout
My let Joc out
Jealous cause we 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 pain cause I'm tired of gettin stabbed
And grabbed by all the mutha fuckin crabs.
I and maintain don't switch the game plain and fuck 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, gotta when 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}

x2]

We holla fuck cops, if we fall off with this rap mane it's back to the trap to blocks
Man who can I trust not, nigga fuckin up the game, it's down to momma pain, & 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 shittin on the toilet, I'm paranoid, hard 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 Don't snitch, tell that judge he kill deers and it's real.
{Ain't got no

x2]