Luyện nghe bài hát Mind Playin Tricks on Me

Scarface
I sit alone in my room
at candles
Oh that is on? heh
Let me some shit like this here
Real

Verse one:
At night I can't sleep, I toss and
Candle sticks in the dark, visions of being burned
Four walls staring at a nigga
I'm paranoid, sleeping with my on the trigger
My mother's stressing I ain't living right
But I ain't going out without a
See, everytime my close
I start sweatin, and blood starts out my nose
It's somebody 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
I awake 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 that shit, there's a nigga trying to kill me
I'm in the clip when the wind blows
Every twenty got me peeping out my window
Investigating the joint for
Checking my telephone for
I'm staring at the on the corner
It's up when your mind is playing tricks on you

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

Verse Scarface
Day by day it's more impossible to
I feel I'm the one that's doing dope
Can't keep a steady hand because I'm
Every morning I'm in service
Playing for
And to find an exit out of the business
I know the lord is at me
But yet and still it's hard for me to happy
I often drift I drive
Havin thoughts of suicide
and get it over with
And then I'm worry-free, but that's
I got a little boy to look
And if I died then my child be a bastard
I had a down with me
But to me it like she was down to get me
She me out in this shit
But to me she was just another
Now she's back her mother
Now I'm realizing that I her
Now I'm lonely
My mind is playing on me

Verse Bushwick Bill
year halloween fell on a weekend
Me and boyz are trick-or-treating
Robbing kids for bags
an old man got behind our ass
So we speeded up the
Took a back and he was right before our face
He'd be in for a squab' no
So I and hit the nigga in his mouth
He was down, we figured
But this was no ordinary
He about six or seven feet
Now, that's the nigga I'd seeing in my sleep
So we on him
Dropping them b's on him
The I swung the more blood flew
Then he disappeared and my disappeared, too
Then I felt like a fiend
It even close to halloween
It was as fuck on the streets
My hands all bloody from punching on the concrete
God damn,
My is playing tricks on me