Luyện nghe bài hát Mind of a Sick Nigga

(theyre all gonna at you)
(theyre all gonna at you)
(hahahahahaha)
(theyre all gonna at you)

Enter the mind of a nigga.
With uzi clips,
Decapitated in baskets,
Closed caskets. on wax.
Nigga, thats what all about,
Thats you bought the muthafuckin tape for.
on wax.
Redrum. on wax.
Nigga, I said, redrum, on wax.

Gotta get my prozac I go back
And these muthafuckas
Jumpin up out yo bushes in a yo house with a tech nine
Leavin in yo spine a a bullets
Its killa s-p-i-c-e
A lot a these jealous muthafuckas wanna murda me
But they cant fuck with that
The thats leavin they muthafuckin body parts in dumpstas
Budda-bye-bye-bye feel them blood clot
The who be out there slippin catch some buckshots to them head
Pullin up four in an old school caddy
Fully
the clip, niggaz like paddy
In the alley, domes they cap
Pistol whippin muthafuckas, got some blood on my

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goes on in the mind of a sick nigga?
Them bloody bodies, face down in the river
What goes on in the mind of a sick
Redrum, professinal
What goes on in the mind of a sick
Them bloody bodies, down in them dirty river
What goes on in the of a sick nigga?
187, professinal

Im bailin up out the cut and niggaz they don't know the fuck happened
Im and blastin, rippin asses in half an
Street sweepin niggaz up under the rug
Plug they ass, makin they hooptie blow up they crash
Zonin out that
Face down, open, hopin they ain't no snitches scopin
Witnesses they own smokin
See it ain't no joke and funny
Bustin caps in yo ass like yosemite sam and bunny
all see my comin and then they fled
Im shootin niggaz off in the backa they head
Blowin off they
shit while they dyin
Fuckin off they an
Hollow points keepin these niggaz cold fryin
I no stranger to this killin shit
You thought before you fucked with this nigga you was dealin with
You see I mobs the ghetto smokin hash blunts
Stalkin game in the streets I up in
And the shit get funky I just get on up
And blow your head off with a mac 10, bitch

Youll be outta this muthafucka like ron goldman, chopped the up
Aint no nigga livin that survived
And had me up in some bullshit
Now who you to fuck up in the hustle
This 20 gaugell your ass up like a can a ruffles
Im to bubble like johnson and johnson
With one in the chamber up an I load strap with a 45 thompson
And we gon see if all shit is true
Comin up out the bay, guaranteed to be 187
You see my bustin one hand up on my nutsac
Departin domes yellin out whos the mac
Its that red infa, nigga a hot temper
I got your funeral date set up for next
You gon be than livin presidents
'cause in a couple a secs soul gon be checkin up outta it's residence
stiff like christmas ornaments
Because the niggaz that a fuck with me bein mo funk parliment

You see I mobs through the ghetto smokin hash
Stalkin in the streets I grew up in
And when the shit get I just get on up
And blow your head off with a mac 10, bitch

(nigga, you thinkin bout? )