Luyện nghe bài hát Mind Playin Tricks on Me

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

Verse one:
At night I can't sleep, I toss and
sticks in the dark, visions of bodies being burned
Four just staring at a nigga
I'm paranoid, sleeping with my finger on the
My mother's always stressing I ain't living
But I going out without a fight
See, everytime my close
I start sweatin, and blood starts comin out my
somebody watchin' the ak'
But I don't who it is, so I'm watchin my back
I can see him when I'm deep in the
When I I don't see the motherfucker
He owns a hat like I own
A suit and a cane like my own
might say "take a chill, b"
But fuck that shit, there's a trying to kill me
I'm pumping in the when the wind blows
Every twenty seconds got me peeping out my
Investigating the joint for
Checking my telephone for
I'm at the woman on the corner
It's fucked up when your mind is playing on you

two: Willie D
I make big money, I drive big
Everybody know me, like 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 fool that I ran off the
Or is it that nigga week that I shot
Or is it the one I beat for five thousand
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 laughing at pow pies and buried that quick
If going down let's get this shit over with
Here come, just like I figured
I got my on the motherfucking trigger
What I saw'll make your ass start
Three black, crippled and senior citizens
I by the sword
I take my everywhere I go
I'm paranoid
I keep looking over my and peeping around corners
My mind is tricks on me

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

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