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 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 murda muthafuckas
up out yo bushes in front a yo house with a tech nine
Leavin in yo a flurry 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 leavin they muthafuckin body parts in dumpstas
feel them blood clot rastas
The niggaz who be out there slippin catch some buckshots to head
up four deep in an old school caddy
Fully
Empty the clip, niggaz paddy
In the alley, niggaz they cap
Pistol muthafuckas, got some blood on my strap

(chorus)

What goes on in the mind of a nigga?
Them bloody bodies, face down in the 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
What on in the mind 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, rippin asses in an
Street sweepin these up under the rug
Plug they ass, they hooptie blow up when they crash
Zonin out that
Face down, back open, hopin they no snitches scopin
Witnesses witness they own
See it ain't no and nothing funny
Bustin caps in yo ass yosemite sam and bugs bunny
They all see my comin and then they
Im shootin these niggaz off in the backa they
off they legs
Talkin while they dyin
Fuckin off they an
Hollow points keepin these cold bodies fryin
I no stranger to this killin shit
You shoulda thought before you fucked with nigga you was dealin with
You see I mobs the ghetto smokin hash blunts
game in the streets I grew up in
And the shit 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 livin alive that survived
And had me up in some bullshit
Now who you tryin to fuck up in the
This 20 gaugell ripple your ass up a can a ruffles
Im to bubble like johnson and johnson
With one in the chamber up an I load this strap with a 45
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 than livin
'cause in a couple a secs your gon be checkin up outta it's residence
Bodies stiff like ornaments
Because the niggaz that a fuck me bein mo funk than parliment

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

(nigga, what you thinkin )