Luyện nghe bài hát Psycho Rhymes

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

(Yo man lets do this shit right, man. If everybody right, then put yo
hand over 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 sell crack cocaine
So let's sellin'

There's a fiend in hood
Dumb that bring they pipes
It's truly nigga then
why we dealin'

(C'mon everybody)

We are the
We are the
We are the ones that sell crack
So let's sellin'

(Talking by loud beats)

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

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

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

For a dead bitch - ya give some head
Ya must be on yo period - 'cause my dick is red
I it in you
I see you - ya about ta cry
But before ya do make me out them eyes...
Make me slap yo mother-fuckin' but don't speak
big round ass could make some good luncheon meat

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

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

Oh, aight, check out

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

Yo Kent, turn up of that gangsta-ass music