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.
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 fore I go back
And these muthafuckas
Jumpin up out yo bushes in front a yo house with a tech
in yo spine a flurry a bullets
Its that s-p-i-c-e
A lot a these jealous they wanna murda me
But they cant fuck with that
The nigga thats they muthafuckin body parts in dumpstas
Budda-bye-bye-bye them blood clot rastas
The niggaz who be out there slippin catch buckshots to them head
Pullin up deep in an old school caddy
Fully
Empty the clip, niggaz like
In the alley, niggaz domes cap
Pistol muthafuckas, got some blood on my strap

(chorus)

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

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 these niggaz up the rug
Plug they ass, makin they blow up when they crash
Zonin out hash
Face down, open, hopin they ain't no snitches scopin
Witnesses witness they own
See it ain't no joke and nothing
Bustin caps in yo ass yosemite sam and bugs bunny
all see my comin and then they fled
Im these niggaz off in the backa they head
Blowin off they
shit while they dyin
Fuckin off they an
points keepin these niggaz cold bodies fryin
I ain't no stranger to this killin
You shoulda thought before you fucked with this you was dealin with
You see I through the ghetto smokin hash blunts
game in the streets I grew up in
And when the get funky I just get on up
And blow your head off with a muthafuckin mac 10,

Youll be outta this muthafucka like ron goldman, the fuck up
Aint no nigga livin alive that
And had me caught up in bullshit
Now who you tryin to up in the hustle
This 20 gaugell ripple your ass up a can a ruffles
Im tryin to bubble like johnson and
With one in the chamber up an I load this strap with a 45
And we gon see if all that shit is
Comin up out the bay, guaranteed to be 187
You see my with one hand up on my nutsac
Departin domes yellin out the muthafuckin mac
Its that red infa, nigga with a hot
I got your funeral date set up for next
You gon be deader than livin
in a couple 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 ghetto smokin hash
Stalkin game in the I grew up in
And when the shit get funky I get on up
And blow your head off a muthafuckin mac 10, bitch

(nigga, what you bout? )