Luyện nghe bài hát My Mind Playin Tricks On Me

Intro:

I sit alone in my four-cornered staring at candles
Oh **** is on? Heh
Let me drop some like this here, real smooth

Verse Scarface

At night I can't sleep, I and turn
Candle sticks in the dark, visions of bodies bein
Four walls just at a *****
I'm paranoid, sleepin with my on the trigger
My mother's always stressin I ain't right
But I going 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 in the covers
When I awake I don't see the
He owns a hat like I own
A black and a cane like my own
might say, "Take a chill, be "
But **** that ****! a ***** trying to kill me
I'm poppin in the clip when the blows
twenty seconds got me peepin out my window
Investigatin the for traps
my telephone for taps
I'm starin at the on the corner
It's ****ed up when mind is playin tricks on ya

Verse Two: D

I make big money, I big cars
Everybody know me, it's like I'm a star
But at night, somethin ain't right
I feel I'm being tailed by the sucker's head lights
Is it that that I ran off the block?
Or is it ***** last week that I shot?
Or is it the one I beat for five dollars
he had 'caine but it was Gold Medal Flour
Reach under my seat, grabbed my popper for the
Ain't no use to me lyin, I was than a ************
Hooked a left into Popeye's and out quick
If it's goin down let's get this **** over
Here they come, just like I
I got my on the **********in trigger
What I saw'll make your *** start
Three black, crippled and crazy senior
I by the sword
I my boys everywhere I go, because I'm paranoid
I keep over my shoulder and peepin around corners
My mind is tricks on me

Verse Three:

Day by day more impossible to cope
I feel like I'm the one that's dope
Can't keep a steady hand because I'm
Sunday mornin I'm in service
Prayin for
And tryin to find an out the business
I the Lord is lookin at me
But yet and still it's hard for me to feel
I drift while I drive
Havin fatal thoughts of
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 would 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 ****
But to me she was just another
Now she's back her mother
Now I'm that I love her
Now I'm lonely
My mind is playin on me

Verse Four: Bushwick

This year fell on a weekend
Me and Boys are trick-or-treatin
little kids for bags
Till an old man got our ***
So we speeded up the
Took a look back, and he was right before our
He'd be in for a no doubt
So I swung and hit the ***** in his
He was goin down, we
But this was no *****
He stood about six or feet
Now, that's the ***** I'd be in my sleep
So we on him
them **********in be 's on him
The more I swung the blood flew
he disappeared 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 hands all bloody, from punchin on the concrete
God damn,
My mind is tricks on me