Luyện nghe bài hát Mind of a Sick Nigga

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

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

Gotta get my fore I go back
And murda muthafuckas
Jumpin up out yo bushes in front a yo house with a tech
Leavin in yo spine a a bullets
Its that killa
A lot a these jealous they wanna murda me
But they cant with that giggedy-giggedy-gangsta
The nigga thats leavin they muthafuckin body parts in
Budda-bye-bye-bye feel them blood rastas
The niggaz who be out there slippin catch some buckshots to head
up four deep in an old school caddy
Fully
Empty the clip, niggaz like
In the alley, niggaz they cap
Pistol muthafuckas, got some blood on my strap

(chorus)

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

Im up out the cut and niggaz they don't know what the fuck happened
Im and blastin, rippin asses in half an
Street sweepin these niggaz up the rug
Plug they ass, makin they hooptie up when they crash
out that hash
Face down, open, hopin they ain't no snitches scopin
Witnesses they own smokin
See it ain't no and nothing funny
Bustin caps in yo ass like yosemite sam and bunny
They all see my comin and then fled
Im shootin niggaz off in the backa they head
Blowin off they
Talkin shit while they
off they high an
Hollow points keepin these niggaz cold bodies
I ain't no stranger to this killin
You shoulda thought before you fucked this nigga you was dealin with
You see I mobs through the ghetto smokin hash
Stalkin in the streets I grew 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 muthafucka like ron goldman, chopped the fuck up
Aint no nigga livin that survived
And had me up in some bullshit
Now who you tryin to up in the hustle
This 20 ripple 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, to be 187 proof
You see my bustin one hand up on my nutsac
domes yellin out whos the muthafuckin mac
Its red infa, nigga with a hot temper
I got your funeral date set up for next
You gon be deader than livin
'cause in a a secs your soul gon be checkin up outta it's residence
Bodies like christmas ornaments
Because the that a fuck with 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 get funky I just get on up
And blow your head off a muthafuckin mac 10, bitch

(nigga, what you bout? )