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 mind of a nigga.
With uzi clips,
Decapitated in baskets,
Closed caskets. on wax.
Nigga, thats it's all about,
Thats 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 with a tech nine
Leavin in yo a flurry a bullets
Its killa s-p-i-c-e
A lot a these muthafuckas they wanna murda me
But cant fuck with that giggedy-giggedy-gangsta
The nigga thats leavin they muthafuckin body in dumpstas
Budda-bye-bye-bye feel blood clot rastas
The niggaz who be out there slippin catch some buckshots to head
Pullin up deep in an old school caddy
Fully
Empty the clip, niggaz like
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 bodies, face down in the dirty river
What goes on in the mind of a sick
Redrum, gravedigga
What goes on in the of a sick nigga?
bloody bodies, face down in them dirty river
What goes on in the of a sick nigga?
187, professinal

Im bailin up out the cut and niggaz they don't know the fuck happened
Im laughin and blastin, asses in half an
Street these niggaz up under the rug
Plug they ass, makin hooptie blow up when they crash
Zonin out that
Face down, back open, hopin they ain't no snitches
Witnesses witness own smokin
See it ain't no and nothing funny
Bustin caps in yo ass like sam and bugs bunny
They all see my comin and then fled
Im shootin these niggaz off in the backa they
Blowin off they
shit while they dyin
Fuckin off they an
Hollow keepin 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 ghetto smokin blunts
Stalkin in the streets I grew 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 this like ron goldman, chopped the fuck up
Aint no nigga livin alive that
And had me up in some bullshit
Now who you tryin to up in the hustle
This 20 gaugell your ass up like a can a ruffles
Im tryin to like johnson and johnson
With one in the chamber up an I load this strap 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
Departin domes yellin out the muthafuckin mac
Its red infa, nigga with a hot temper
I got funeral date set up for next september
You gon be deader livin presidents
'cause in a a secs your soul gon be checkin up outta it's residence
Bodies stiff christmas ornaments
Because the niggaz that a with me bein mo funk than parliment

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

(nigga, what you bout? )