Luyện nghe bài hát Mind of a Sick Man

[Mr.
It's the master of the
Stalkin anybody about the incident
Tryin to blow it like if I was the
Narcotic selling
ends daily
Fuck being in Bailey
Boo I got to feed my
And lately
You've been havin
Of this followin your steps
ever you may be
I'm SD bitch, southern Cali
Where homies run up in
you crutches in the back of an alley
Call me
When you before my presence
If not find your body wrapped in plastic
Like a present,
Gun Slangers I come from
That big Crazies
Is the gangsters you run from
Confront me and suffer, critical
I'm moma know you were a phony individual
It's pitiful to see a die like a bitch
But that's the way it
When got up in the mix you trick

It's the of a sick man
But can you me
out to get me
Strap me down and me
You got to down or get beat down
Rules of the game and ghetto clown
2x]

[Mr.
Pack a bowl inhale the and a don't stop
Cause in my part of the
We glocks and grow crops
If you cross through my
be like crossin through
The Triangle
Find your body
signs of bein strangled
I body's like a cripple
em with an axe
With a natural
I when I smoke my crypto
crystal
On my hip I got my
You be a victim
Come on fool don't me whistle
Scitzo...
Eye lids always
wish granted
When I draw my

People say I'm
For my
Knock on front door
you answer
Find me
Attackin jackin
211 on my
of me
There for armed robbery
So
It's just that I'm a nut
Plan and homie
I don't give a mad fuck

[Mr.
Now fuck beatin around the
I straight em
Find me a that's a snitch
And choke em
In we soak em
no joke
I to make a mothafucka buckel
Give a sign and watch my boys you
In a
Duffle bags of weapons and narcatics
4 Desert Eagles and a key of
ironic pounds of chronic
When I
The place is of gangstas
Fuck a rebel and
My is negative
So stop
If not it'll be relative
The one I'm
Blunted, wanted by Most
Cause the that I be rappin
Makes a fool over... dose
Black after hyptnosis
Send wife your hand
As a gift paid postage
Now you know it no game
In my
the ballers make it happen
And the hoppers get beat down