Luyện nghe bài hát Mind of a Sick Nigga

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

the mind of a sick nigga.
With uzi clips,
heads in baskets,
Closed caskets. on wax.
Nigga, thats it's all about,
Thats what you bought the tape for.
on wax.
Redrum. on wax.
Nigga, I said, redrum, on wax.

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

(chorus)

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

Im bailin up out the cut and niggaz they don't know what the fuck
Im laughin and blastin, rippin in half an
Street sweepin these up under the rug
they ass, makin they hooptie blow up when they crash
Zonin out hash
Face down, back open, hopin they ain't no snitches
Witnesses witness they own
See it no joke and nothing funny
Bustin caps in yo ass like yosemite sam and bunny
They all see my comin and they fled
Im shootin these niggaz off in the they head
Blowin off they
Talkin shit while they
Fuckin off high an
Hollow keepin these niggaz cold bodies fryin
I no stranger to this killin shit
You thought before you fucked with this nigga you was dealin with
You see I mobs the ghetto smokin hash blunts
Stalkin in the streets I grew up in
And when the shit get funky I 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 that survived
And had me caught up in some
Now who you tryin to fuck up in the
This 20 ripple your ass up like a can a ruffles
Im tryin to bubble like johnson and
With one in the chamber up an I load strap with a 45 thompson
And we gon see if all that is true
up out the bay, guaranteed to be 187 proof
You see my bustin with one up on my nutsac
Departin domes yellin out whos the mac
Its that red infa, nigga with a hot
I got your funeral date set up for september
You gon be deader than presidents
'cause in a couple a secs your soul gon be up outta it's residence
Bodies stiff like christmas
Because the niggaz that a fuck with me mo funk than parliment

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 your head off with a muthafuckin mac 10, bitch

(nigga, you thinkin bout? )