Luyện nghe bài hát Mind of a Sick Man

[Mr.
the master of the dark
Stalkin anybody about the incident
Tryin to it like if I was the president
selling resident
Makin ends
Fuck being locked in
Boo I got to feed my
And maybe
been havin dreams
Of this mothafucka followin your
ever you may be
I'm from SD bitch, southern
Where homies run up in
Beat you crutches in the of an alley
me Daddy
When you come before my
If not they'll find your body wrapped in
Like a present,
Gun Slangers where I come
That big Woptown
Is the gangsters you run from
Confront me and suffer, critical
I'm lettin moma know you were a individual
It's pitiful to see a fool die a bitch
But the way it goes
When you're got up in the mix you

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 smoke and a don't
in my part of the block
We pack and grow crops
If you cross my hood
It'd be crossin through
The Brumueta
your body floating
With signs of bein
I body's like a cripple
em with an axe
With a high
I when I smoke my crypto
Slang
On my hip I got my
You wanna be a
Come on don't make me whistle
Scitzo...
Eye lids slanted
Death granted
When I draw my

People say I'm
For my
Knock on your door
When you
me blastin
Attackin straight
211 on my
of me
There passion for armed
So
just that I'm a mothafuckin nut
Plan and homie
I just give a mad fuck

[Mr.
Now beatin around the bush
I straight em
Find me a that's a snitch
And choke em
In we soak em
Ain't no
I love to make a buckel
Give a sign and watch my rush you
In a
bags full of weapons and narcatics
4 Desert and a key of hydro-ponic
It's ironic pounds of
When I
The is full of gangstas
Fuck a and rave
My is negative
So runnin
If not it'll be your
The one I'm
Blunted, by America's Most
the shit that I be rappin
Makes a wanna over... dose
roses after hyptnosis
Send your your hand
As a gift with postage
Now you it ain't no game
In my
Where the make it happen
And the hood hoppers get down