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 drop some shit like this
smooth

Verse Scarface
At I can't sleep, I toss and turn
Candle in the dark, visions of bodies being burned
Four walls just 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, everytime my close
I start sweatin, and blood starts comin out my
somebody watchin' the ak'
But I know who it is, so I'm watchin my back
I can see him when I'm deep in the
When I awake I don't see the
He owns a black hat 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 pumping in the clip the wind blows
twenty seconds got me peeping out my window
Investigating the for traps
my telephone for taps
I'm at the woman on the corner
It's fucked up your mind is playing tricks on you

Verse two: D
I make big money, I big cars
Everybody me, it's like I'm a movie star
But at night, somethin ain't right
I feel I'm tailed by the same sucker's head lights
Is it that fool that I ran off the
Or is it that nigga last week 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 they're at pow pies and buried that quick
If it's going down let's get this shit with
Here they come, just like I
I got my hand on the trigger
What I saw'll make ass start giggling
Three black, crippled and crazy senior
I live by the
I my boys everywhere I go
Because I'm
I keep looking over my shoulder and around corners
My is playing tricks on me

Verse three:
Day by day it's impossible to cope
I feel I'm the one that's doing dope
Can't keep a steady hand I'm nervous
Every sunday morning I'm in
Playing for
And trying to find an out of the business
I know the is looking at me
But yet and still it's hard for me to feel
I often drift I drive
fatal thoughts of suicide
Bang and get it with
And then I'm worry-free, but bullshit
I got a little boy to after
And if I died then my child be a bastard
I had a woman 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 bitch
Now she's with her mother
Now I'm realizing that I her
Now I'm lonely
My mind is playing on me

four: Bushwick Bill
This halloween fell on a weekend
Me and geto boyz are
Robbing little kids for
an old man got behind our ass
So we up the pace
Took a look back and he was before our face
He'd be in for a squab' no
So I and hit the nigga in his mouth
He was going down, we
But this was no nigga
He stood about six or seven
Now, that's the nigga I'd seeing in my sleep
So we on him
them motherfuckin b's on him
The more I swung the blood flew
Then he disappeared and my disappeared, too
Then I felt like a fiend
It wasn't close to halloween
It was dark as fuck on the
My hands all bloody from punching on the concrete
God damn,
My mind is tricks on me