Luyện nghe bài hát Mind of a Sick Nigga

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

the mind of a sick nigga.
With uzi clips,
Decapitated in baskets,
Closed caskets. on wax.
Nigga, thats what all about,
Thats 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 murda these
Jumpin up out yo bushes in a yo house with a tech nine
Leavin in yo spine a a bullets
Its killa s-p-i-c-e
A lot a these jealous muthafuckas they murda me
But they cant fuck that giggedy-giggedy-gangsta
The nigga thats leavin they muthafuckin body parts in
Budda-bye-bye-bye feel blood clot rastas
The niggaz who be out there catch some buckshots to them head
up four deep in an old school caddy
Fully
Empty the clip, like paddy
In the alley, niggaz domes cap
Pistol whippin muthafuckas, got 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 of a sick nigga?
Redrum, gravedigga
What on in the mind of a sick 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 they don't know what the fuck happened
Im laughin and blastin, asses in half an
Street these niggaz up under the rug
Plug they ass, they hooptie blow up when they crash
Zonin out that
down, back open, hopin they ain't no snitches scopin
Witnesses witness own smokin
See it no joke and nothing funny
Bustin in yo ass like yosemite sam and bugs bunny
They all see my comin and then fled
Im shootin these niggaz off in the they head
Blowin off legs
Talkin shit they dyin
Fuckin off they an
points keepin these niggaz cold bodies fryin
I no stranger to this killin shit
You shoulda thought before you fucked with this nigga you was dealin
You see I through the ghetto smokin hash blunts
Stalkin game in the streets I up in
And when the shit get funky I get on up
And blow your head off a muthafuckin mac 10, bitch

Youll be outta this muthafucka like ron goldman, the fuck up
Aint no nigga livin alive that
And had me caught up in some
Now who you to fuck up in the hustle
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 this strap with a 45 thompson
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 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 couple a secs your soul gon be checkin up outta it's
Bodies like christmas ornaments
Because the niggaz that a fuck with me bein mo funk parliment

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

(nigga, what you thinkin )