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

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

(chorus)

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

Im bailin up out the cut and niggaz they know what the fuck happened
Im laughin and blastin, asses in half an
Street these niggaz up under the rug
Plug they ass, they hooptie blow up when they crash
out that hash
Face down, back open, they ain't no snitches scopin
Witnesses witness own smokin
See it ain't no joke and funny
Bustin caps in yo ass yosemite sam and bugs bunny
They all see my comin and they fled
Im shootin these off in the backa they head
Blowin off they
shit while they dyin
Fuckin off high an
Hollow points keepin niggaz cold bodies fryin
I ain't no stranger to this shit
You shoulda thought before you fucked with this nigga you was dealin
You see I through 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 head off with a muthafuckin mac 10, bitch

Youll be outta this muthafucka ron goldman, chopped the fuck up
no nigga livin alive that survived
And had me caught up in bullshit
Now who you tryin to up in the hustle
This 20 gaugell ripple ass up like a can a ruffles
Im tryin to bubble johnson 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
up out the bay, guaranteed to be 187 proof
You see my with one hand up on my nutsac
Departin yellin out whos the muthafuckin mac
Its red infa, nigga with a hot temper
I got your funeral date set up for september
You gon be deader than presidents
in a couple a secs your soul gon be checkin up outta it's residence
Bodies like christmas ornaments
Because the niggaz that a fuck with me bein mo funk than

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

(nigga, you thinkin bout? )