Luyện nghe bài hát Mind Playin Tricks on Me

Intro:
I sit alone in my room
Staring at
Oh shit is on? heh
Let me some shit like this here
Real

one: Scarface
At night I can't sleep, I toss and
Candle in the dark, visions of bodies being burned
walls just staring at a nigga
I'm paranoid, sleeping with my finger on the
My always stressing I ain't living right
But I ain't going out without a
See, everytime my eyes
I start sweatin, and blood starts out my nose
somebody watchin' the ak'
But I don't know who it is, so I'm watchin my
I can see him I'm deep in the covers
When I I don't see the motherfucker
He owns a black hat I own
A black suit and a like my own
Some say "take a chill, b"
But fuck that shit, there's a nigga to kill me
I'm pumping in the clip when the wind
Every twenty seconds got me peeping out my
Investigating the joint for
Checking my for taps
I'm staring at the woman on the
It's up when your mind is playing tricks on you

two: Willie D
I big money, I drive big cars
Everybody me, it's like I'm a movie star
But late at night, ain't right
I feel I'm being tailed by the same sucker's head
Is it fool that I ran off the block
Or is it that nigga week that I shot
Or is it the one I for five thousand dollars
Thought he had 'caine but it was gold flour
Reach under my seat, my popper for the suckers
Ain't no use to be lying, I was than a motherfucker
But they're laughing at pow pies and buried quick
If it's going down let's get this over with
Here they come, like I figured
I got my hand on the trigger
What I saw'll make your ass giggling
Three black, crippled and senior citizens
I live by the
I my boys everywhere I go
I'm paranoid
I keep looking over my shoulder and peeping corners
My mind is playing on me

Verse Scarface
Day by day it's impossible to cope
I feel like I'm the one that's dope
Can't keep a steady hand I'm nervous
Every sunday morning I'm in
Playing for
And trying to find an exit out of the
I know the is looking at me
But yet and it's hard for me to feel happy
I often drift I drive
fatal thoughts of suicide
Bang and get it over
And I'm worry-free, but that's bullshit
I got a boy to look after
And if I then my child would be a bastard
I had a woman down me
But to me it seemed she was down to get me
She helped me out in this
But to me she was another bitch
Now back with her mother
Now I'm realizing that I her
Now I'm lonely
My is playing tricks on me

Verse four: Bill
This year fell on a weekend
Me and geto boyz are
Robbing little kids for
an old man got behind our ass
So we speeded up the
a look back and he was right before our face
He'd be in for a no doubt
So I and hit the nigga in his mouth
He was going down, we
But this was no nigga
He stood about six or feet
Now, the nigga I'd been seeing in my sleep
So we on him
Dropping motherfuckin b's on him
The I swung the more blood flew
Then he and my boys disappeared, too
I felt just like a fiend
It wasn't even to halloween
It was as fuck on the streets
My hands were all from punching on the concrete
God damn,
My mind is playing on me