Luyện nghe bài hát Mind of a Sick Nigga

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

Enter the of a sick nigga.
bloody uzi clips,
Decapitated in baskets,
caskets. murda on wax.
Nigga, thats it's all about,
Thats you bought the muthafuckin tape for.
on wax.
Redrum. on wax.
Nigga, I said, redrum, on wax.

Gotta get my fore I go back
And these muthafuckas
up out yo bushes in front a yo house with a tech nine
Leavin in yo a flurry a bullets
Its that killa
A lot a these jealous muthafuckas they murda me
But they fuck with that giggedy-giggedy-gangsta
The nigga thats leavin they body parts in dumpstas
Budda-bye-bye-bye feel them blood clot
The niggaz who be out there slippin catch some to them head
Pullin up four deep in an old caddy
auto-maddy
Empty the clip, niggaz paddy
In the alley, niggaz domes cap
whippin muthafuckas, got some blood on my strap

(chorus)

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

Im bailin up out the cut and niggaz they don't know what the happened
Im laughin and blastin, rippin asses in an
Street these niggaz up under the rug
Plug they ass, makin they hooptie blow up they crash
Zonin out that
Face down, back open, hopin they no snitches scopin
Witnesses witness own smokin
See it ain't no and nothing funny
Bustin caps in yo ass like sam and bugs bunny
They all see my and then they fled
Im shootin these off in the backa they head
Blowin off legs
Talkin while they dyin
Fuckin off they an
points keepin these niggaz cold bodies fryin
I ain't no to this killin shit
You shoulda thought before you fucked with this nigga you was dealin
You see I mobs through the smokin hash blunts
Stalkin game in the I grew up in
And when the shit get I just get on up
And blow your head off a muthafuckin mac 10, bitch

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

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

(nigga, you thinkin bout? )