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 here
smooth

Verse Scarface
At night I can't sleep, I and turn
Candle sticks in the dark, visions of bodies being
Four walls just at a nigga
I'm paranoid, with my finger on the trigger
My mother's always stressing I living right
But I ain't out without a fight
See, everytime my close
I start sweatin, and blood starts out my nose
It's somebody 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 awake I 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 that shit, there's a nigga trying to kill me
I'm in the clip when the wind blows
Every twenty seconds got me out my window
Investigating the for traps
Checking my for taps
I'm at the woman on the corner
It's up when your mind is playing tricks on you

Verse two: D
I make big money, I big cars
Everybody know me, it's like I'm a star
But late at night, somethin right
I feel I'm being tailed by the same sucker's head
Is it fool that I ran off the block
Or is it that nigga last week I shot
Or is it the one I beat for five dollars
Thought he had 'caine but it was gold medal
Reach under my seat, grabbed my popper for the
Ain't no use to be lying, I was scareder a motherfucker
But they're at pow pies and buried that quick
If it's going down let's get this shit over
Here they come, like I figured
I got my on the motherfucking trigger
What I saw'll make your ass start
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 corners
My mind is playing on me

Verse three:
Day by day it's more impossible to
I like I'm the one that's doing dope
Can't keep a steady hand because I'm
Every sunday morning I'm in
Playing for
And trying to find an exit out of the
I know the lord is at me
But yet and it's hard for me to feel happy
I often drift while I
fatal thoughts of suicide
Bang and get it over
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 down with me
But to me it seemed 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 that I love her
Now I'm lonely
My mind is tricks on me

Verse four: Bill
This year halloween on a weekend
Me and geto are trick-or-treating
little kids for bags
Till an old man got our ass
So we up the pace
Took a look back and he was right before our
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 feet
Now, that's the nigga I'd been in my sleep
So we on him
them motherfuckin b's on him
The more I swung the more flew
Then he disappeared and my disappeared, too
Then I felt just a fiend
It wasn't even to halloween
It was dark as on the streets
My hands were all bloody punching on the concrete
God damn,
My mind is playing on me