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,
what you bought the muthafuckin 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 a tech nine
Leavin in yo a flurry a bullets
Its that killa
A lot a jealous muthafuckas they wanna murda me
But they fuck with that giggedy-giggedy-gangsta
The nigga thats leavin they muthafuckin body parts in
Budda-bye-bye-bye feel blood clot rastas
The who be out there slippin catch some buckshots to them head
Pullin up four in an old school caddy
auto-maddy
Empty the clip, niggaz like
In the alley, niggaz domes cap
whippin muthafuckas, got some blood on my strap

(chorus)

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

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 that
down, back open, hopin they ain't no snitches scopin
Witnesses witness 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 they fled
Im these niggaz off in the backa they head
Blowin off legs
shit while they dyin
Fuckin off high an
Hollow keepin these niggaz cold bodies fryin
I ain't no stranger to killin shit
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 when the get funky I just get on up
And blow head off with a muthafuckin mac 10, bitch

Youll be outta this muthafucka like ron goldman, chopped the up
Aint no nigga livin alive survived
And had me caught up in bullshit
Now who you tryin to up in the hustle
This 20 ripple your ass up like a can a ruffles
Im tryin to like johnson and johnson
With one in the chamber up an I this strap with a 45 thompson
And we gon see if all shit is true
Comin up out the bay, guaranteed to be 187
You see my bustin with one 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 livin presidents
'cause in a a secs your soul gon be checkin up outta it's residence
Bodies like christmas ornaments
Because the niggaz a fuck with me bein mo funk than parliment

You see I mobs through the ghetto smokin hash
game in the streets 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, what you thinkin )