Luyện nghe bài hát Psycho Rhymes

Yo it's 1992 and Master P is back up in this

(Yo man lets do this shit right, man. If everybody right, then put yo
right hand yo heart, and let yo left hand grab yo nut. Now everybody
along, bitch.)

(STOP THE MUSIC!)

We are the
We are the
We are the ones that sell cocaine
So let's start

There's a in every hood
Dumb fiends that bring pipes
truly nigga betta then
That's why we

(C'mon everybody)

We are the
We are the
We are the that sell crack cocaine
So start sellin'

(Talking by loud beats)

this out fool
I'm at party
These two lookin' hella pretty
I walk up and 'em each on they fuckin' T
I say "Your there - it's about to explode"
I a gat to her ass & she took off her clothes
In words I be movin' fast like a pick...pocket

See- I'm a mother-fuckin' I gotta top it
I to the bitch ... before I kill 'em
I'm a psycho like Charles Manson - the blood drilla'
I take yo life and take yo and cut the bitches off
And play a mother-fuckin' game of golf
And break your arms, legs I shoulda did it sooner

in yo stomach - pull out a piece o' tuna
I guess you're dead, ghost, you gotta go
You untested, cause they like arrested codes

For a dead bitch - ya give good head
Ya must be on yo - 'cause my dick is bloody red
I it in you
I see you face - ya ta cry
But before ya do make me out them eyes...
Make me slap yo mother-fuckin' face but speak
That big round ass could make good luncheon meat

In words you're dead, you got your cap peeled
See I'm a crazy motherfucker and shit's real

Yo man, whacha think that
(Man, what you say about that is bullshit - shit ain't real)

Oh, aight, this out

It's 1993 and Master P is back in this
Ya what I'm sayin'
I had to get a lil' stupid 'cause last year some was talkin' shit
But see, I'm
Ya know what I'm
I'm to get paid
And all them motherfuckers try to stop me
There's gonna be a murda

Yo Kent, turn up some of that music