Luyện nghe bài hát Mind of a Sick Nigga

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

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

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

(chorus)

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

Im bailin up out the cut and niggaz they don't what the fuck happened
Im laughin and blastin, rippin asses in an
Street sweepin niggaz up under the rug
Plug they ass, makin they hooptie up when they crash
Zonin out that
Face down, back open, hopin they ain't no scopin
Witnesses they own smokin
See it ain't no joke and 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 they
Blowin off legs
Talkin shit while they
Fuckin off they an
Hollow points these niggaz cold bodies fryin
I ain't no stranger to this shit
You shoulda before you fucked with this nigga you was dealin with
You see I mobs through the smokin hash blunts
Stalkin game in the I grew up in
And when the get funky I just get on up
And blow your head off 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 gaugell your ass up like a can a ruffles
Im to bubble like 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
Comin up out the bay, to be 187 proof
You see my bustin with one up on my nutsac
domes yellin out whos the muthafuckin mac
Its that red infa, nigga a hot temper
I got your funeral set up for next september
You gon be deader than presidents
'cause in a couple a secs your soul gon be up outta it's residence
stiff like christmas ornaments
Because the niggaz that a fuck with me bein mo than parliment

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

(nigga, you thinkin bout? )