Luyện nghe bài hát Psycho Rhymes

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

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

(STOP THE MUSIC!)

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

a fiend in every hood
Dumb fiends that bring they
It's truly nigga betta
why we dealin'

(C'mon everybody)

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

(Talking muffled by beats)

this out fool
I'm at this
These two bitches hella pretty
I walk up and kiss 'em each on fuckin' T
I say "Your hole - 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' I gotta top it
I talk to the bitch ... before I 'em
I'm like a like Charles Manson - the blood drilla'
I take yo life and take yo and cut the bitches off
And a bloody mother-fuckin' game of golf
And break your arms, your 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, DAMN they like arrested codes

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

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

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

Oh, aight, this out

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

Yo Kent, turn up of that gangsta-ass music