Luyện nghe bài hát Psycho Rhymes

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

(Yo man do this shit right, man. If everybody plays right, then put yo
right hand over yo heart, and let yo 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 sellin'

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

(C'mon everybody)

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

(Talking muffled by beats)

this out fool
I'm at party
These two lookin' hella pretty
I walk up and kiss 'em each on fuckin' T
I say "Your there - it's about to explode"
I took a gat to her ass & she took off her
In other words I be movin' 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 like Charles Manson - the blood drilla'
I take yo life and take yo arms and cut the off
And play a mother-fuckin' game of golf
And break your arms, legs I shoulda did it sooner

Reach in yo stomach - pull out a piece o'
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 face - ya ta cry
But before ya do me pull out them eyes...
Make me slap yo mother-fuckin' face but speak
That big round ass could make some luncheon meat

In other words dead, you got your cap peeled
See I'm a crazy motherfucker and that real

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

Oh, aight, this out

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

Yo Kent, turn up some of that gangsta-ass