Luyện nghe bài hát Mind Playin Tricks on Me

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

Verse Scarface
At night I sleep, I toss and turn
sticks in the dark, visions of bodies being burned
Four walls just staring at a
I'm paranoid, sleeping with my on the trigger
My mother's always stressing I ain't living
But I ain't going out a fight
See, my eyes 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 watchin my
I can see him when I'm in the covers
When I awake I don't see the
He owns a black hat I own
A black suit and a cane my own
might say "take a chill, b"
But that shit, there's a nigga trying to kill me
I'm pumping in the when the wind blows
Every twenty got me peeping out my window
Investigating the joint for
my telephone for taps
I'm staring at the woman on the
fucked up when your mind is playing tricks on you

Verse two: D
I big money, I drive big cars
know me, it's like I'm a movie star
But late at night, somethin ain't
I feel I'm being by the same sucker's head lights
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 dollars
Thought he had 'caine but it was gold medal
under my seat, grabbed my popper for the suckers
Ain't no use to be lying, I was scareder a motherfucker
But they're laughing at pow and buried that quick
If it's down let's get this shit over with
Here come, just like I figured
I got my hand on the motherfucking
What I make your ass start giggling
Three black, crippled and crazy citizens
I live by the
I take my everywhere I go
Because I'm
I keep looking over my shoulder and peeping corners
My mind is playing on me

Verse three:
Day by day it's impossible to cope
I feel like I'm the one that's dope
Can't keep a hand because I'm nervous
Every morning I'm in service
for forgiveness
And trying to 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
Bang and get it over
And then I'm worry-free, but bullshit
I got a little boy to after
And if I died then my child would be a
I had a down with me
But to me it seemed she was down to get me
She helped me out in this
But to me she was just bitch
Now she's with her mother
Now I'm realizing that I her
Now I'm feeling
My mind is playing on me

Verse Bushwick Bill
This year halloween fell on a
Me and boyz are trick-or-treating
little kids for bags
Till an old man got our ass
So we speeded up the
Took a back and he was right before our face
He'd be in for a no doubt
So I swung and hit the nigga in his
He was going down, we
But was no ordinary nigga
He about six or seven feet
Now, that's the nigga I'd been seeing in my
So we on him
Dropping them b's on him
The more I swung the more blood
Then he and my boys disappeared, too
Then I just like a fiend
It wasn't even to halloween
It was dark as fuck on the
My hands were all bloody from punching on the
God damn,
My is playing tricks on me