Luyện nghe bài hát Mind of a Sick Nigga

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

Enter the of a sick nigga.
With uzi clips,
Decapitated in baskets,
caskets. murda 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 prozac fore I go
And murda muthafuckas
Jumpin up out yo in front 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 fuck with that giggedy-giggedy-gangsta
The nigga thats leavin they muthafuckin body in dumpstas
Budda-bye-bye-bye feel them clot rastas
The niggaz who be out there slippin catch some buckshots to them
Pullin up deep in an old school caddy
auto-maddy
Empty the clip, niggaz like
In the alley, niggaz domes cap
Pistol muthafuckas, got some blood on my strap

(chorus)

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

Im bailin up out the cut and niggaz they 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
Face down, back open, hopin 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 shootin these niggaz off in the backa head
Blowin off they
Talkin shit while they
Fuckin off they an
Hollow points keepin these niggaz bodies fryin
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 hash blunts
Stalkin game in the streets I up in
And when the shit get I just get on up
And your head off with a muthafuckin mac 10, bitch

Youll be outta muthafucka like ron goldman, chopped the fuck up
Aint no nigga alive that survived
And had me caught up in bullshit
Now who you tryin to fuck up in the
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 load strap with a 45 thompson
And we gon see if all that 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 that red infa, nigga with a hot
I got your date set up for next september
You gon be deader than livin
'cause in a couple a secs your soul gon be checkin up outta residence
Bodies stiff christmas ornaments
Because the that a fuck with me bein mo funk than parliment

You see I mobs the ghetto smokin hash blunts
Stalkin in the streets I grew up in
And when the get funky I just get on up
And your head off with a muthafuckin mac 10, bitch

(nigga, what you thinkin )