Luyện nghe bài hát Mind of a Sick Nigga

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

Enter the mind of a nigga.
With uzi clips,
heads in baskets,
Closed caskets. on wax.
Nigga, thats it's all about,
Thats what you 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
Jumpin up out yo bushes in a yo house with a tech nine
Leavin in yo spine a a bullets
Its that killa
A lot a these jealous muthafuckas wanna murda me
But they cant fuck with giggedy-giggedy-gangsta
The nigga thats leavin they muthafuckin body parts in
Budda-bye-bye-bye them blood clot rastas
The who be out there slippin catch some buckshots to them head
Pullin up four deep in an old school
Fully
Empty the clip, like paddy
In the alley, domes they cap
Pistol muthafuckas, got some blood on my strap

(chorus)

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

Im bailin up out the cut and they don't know what the fuck happened
Im laughin and blastin, asses in half an
Street sweepin niggaz up under the rug
Plug they ass, makin they hooptie up when they crash
out that hash
Face down, back open, hopin they ain't no snitches
Witnesses witness they own
See it ain't no and nothing funny
caps in yo ass like yosemite sam and bugs bunny
They all see my comin and then they
Im shootin these niggaz off in the backa head
Blowin off they
Talkin shit they dyin
Fuckin off they an
Hollow points keepin these niggaz bodies fryin
I ain't no stranger to this killin
You shoulda thought before you fucked this nigga you was dealin with
You see I mobs 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

Youll be outta this like ron goldman, chopped the fuck up
Aint no nigga livin alive survived
And had me caught up in bullshit
Now who you to fuck up in the hustle
This 20 gaugell your ass up like a can a ruffles
Im tryin to bubble like and johnson
With one in the up an I load this 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 with one hand up on my nutsac
Departin domes out whos the muthafuckin mac
Its that red infa, nigga a hot temper
I got your date set up for next september
You gon be than livin presidents
'cause in a a secs your soul gon be checkin up outta it's residence
Bodies stiff like ornaments
Because the niggaz that a fuck me bein mo funk than parliment

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

(nigga, you thinkin bout? )