Luyện nghe bài hát My Mind Playin Tricks On Me

Intro:

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

One: Scarface

At I can't sleep, I toss and turn
Candle in the dark, visions of bodies bein burned
Four walls just at a *****
I'm paranoid, sleepin with my finger on the
My always stressin I ain't livin right
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 know who it is, so I'm my back
I can see him I'm deep in the covers
When I awake I don't see the
He a black hat like I own
A black suit and a like my own
might say, "Take a chill, be "
But **** that ****! There's a ***** to kill me
I'm poppin in the clip the wind blows
Every seconds got me peepin out my window
the joint for traps
Checkin my for taps
I'm at the woman on the corner
It's ****ed up when mind is playin tricks on ya

Verse Willie D

I make big money, I big cars
Everybody know me, it's like I'm a star
But late at night, somethin ain't
I feel I'm being tailed by the same sucker's lights
Is it that fool I ran off the block?
Or is it that ***** last week I shot?
Or is it the one I beat for five thousand
Thought he had 'caine but it was Gold Medal
under my seat, grabbed my popper for the suckers
Ain't no use to me lyin, I was scareder 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 I figured
I got my hand on the **********in
What I saw'll your *** start gigglin
Three black, crippled and crazy senior
I by the sword
I take my everywhere I go, because I'm paranoid
I keep lookin over my and peepin around corners
My is playin tricks on me

Three: Scarface

Day by day it's more impossible to
I feel like I'm the one doing dope
Can't keep a hand because I'm nervous
Every Sunday mornin I'm in
Prayin for
And tryin to an exit out the business
I know the Lord is at me
But yet and still hard for me to feel happy
I often while I drive
Havin fatal thoughts of
BANG and get it over
And I'm worry-free, but that's bullshit
I got a boy to look after
And if I died then my child be a bastard
I had a woman with me
But to me it seemed she was down to get me
She me out in this ****
But to me she was just another
Now back with her mother
Now I'm realizing 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
Robbin little for bags
Till an old man got our ***
So we up the pace
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 mouth
He was goin down, we
But this was no *****
He stood about six or seven
Now, that's the ***** I'd be in my sleep
So we on him
Droppin them be 's on him
The more I the more blood flew
Then he and my boys disappeared, too
I felt just like a fiend
It wasn't close to Halloween
It was as **** on the streets
My hands all bloody, from punchin on the concrete
God damn,
My mind is playin on me