Luyện nghe bài hát Psycho Rhymes

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

(Yo man lets do this shit right, man. If plays right, then put yo
right 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 that sell crack cocaine
So start sellin'

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

(C'mon everybody)

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

(Talking by loud beats)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, aight, this out

It's 1993 and Master P is 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 know I'm sayin'
I'm to get paid
And all them motherfuckers try to stop me
There's be a bloody murda

Yo Kent, turn up some of gangsta-ass music