Luyện nghe bài hát Mind Playin Tricks on Me

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

Verse one:
At I can't sleep, I toss and turn
Candle sticks in the dark, visions of bodies being
walls just staring at a nigga
I'm paranoid, sleeping my finger on the trigger
My mother's stressing I ain't living right
But I ain't out without a fight
See, my eyes close
I sweatin, and blood starts comin out my nose
It's watchin' the ak'
But I don't know who it is, so I'm my back
I can see him I'm deep in the covers
When I I don't see the motherfucker
He a black hat like I own
A suit and a cane like my own
might say "take a chill, b"
But fuck shit, there's a nigga trying to kill me
I'm pumping in the when the wind blows
Every seconds got me peeping out my window
Investigating the joint for
my telephone for taps
I'm at the woman on the corner
It's fucked up when your is playing tricks on you

Verse Willie D
I make big money, I drive big
Everybody know me, it's I'm a movie star
But late at night, somethin ain't
I feel I'm being tailed by the same sucker's head
Is it that that I ran off the block
Or is it that nigga last week that I
Or is it the one I for five thousand dollars
he had 'caine but it was gold medal flour
Reach under my seat, grabbed my for the suckers
Ain't no use to be lying, I was scareder than a
But they're laughing at pow pies and buried quick
If it's going down let's get this over with
they come, just like I figured
I got my hand on the trigger
I saw'll make your ass start giggling
Three black, and crazy senior citizens
I by the sword
I take my boys I go
Because I'm
I keep looking over my shoulder and peeping around
My mind is playing on me

three: Scarface
Day by day it's impossible to cope
I like I'm the one that's doing dope
keep a steady hand because I'm nervous
Every morning I'm in service
Playing for
And trying to find an out of the business
I the lord is looking at me
But yet and it's hard for me to feel happy
I often while I drive
Havin thoughts of suicide
Bang and get it with
And I'm worry-free, but that's bullshit
I got a little boy to after
And if I died my child would be a bastard
I had a woman with me
But to me it seemed she was down to get me
She helped me out in shit
But to me she was just another
Now she's back with her
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 are trick-or-treating
Robbing kids for bags
Till an old man got our ass
So we speeded up the
Took a look back and he was right before our
He'd be in for a no doubt
So I swung and hit the nigga in his
He was going down, we
But this was no ordinary
He stood about six or seven
Now, that's the nigga I'd seeing in my sleep
So we on him
Dropping motherfuckin b's on him
The more I swung the more flew
Then he disappeared and my disappeared, too
I felt just like a fiend
It wasn't even close to
It was dark as on the streets
My hands were all from punching on the concrete
God damn,
My mind is playing on me