Luyện nghe bài hát Psychopath Killer

I you could consider it poetry
But me it started out with just words just words
They started looking like puzzle so I started
Connecting them to each other 'til they to resemble blank canvases
By this I was an artist so
I just to see these pictures, these real visuals
I'm a psychopath, I'm a

(I'm a psychopath, I'm a
I'm a psychopath, I'm a
A psychopath, I'm a
A psychopath, I'm a killer)

Feelin' it in the air, it in the night
I'm a killer
Did you think we would come to find?
in my dreams

I'm a psychopath, I'm never keepin' it
Lyrical is somethin' I've been about
Ever I was a little kid, doodlin' in the class
a picture of my teacher, bullet in his head, ruler in his ass
With a toilet in front of him, up, pissed off
Prolly symbolic of this thought, tot
To my inner in a rush
I'm havin' nightmares of leavin' my dreams
With anything less than a full
It's I'm General Hong, and I'm standin' in front of a gun
I'm puttin' myself in the way of a to pull rank
The hood is my eyes but the wool ain't
Yeah, got the mentality of bein' a wizard
Every award show, we don't even get
How do you sell somethin' that's so
To a kid that wouldn't know what was hittin' if it hit
Now I wanna talk about niggas from Detroit
Beef on me and Shady who was 'bout Detroit
We put the world onto it so how you say "fuck me"
You just might yourself, whoop, your girl gon' do it
Cause I was in 911 in Chicago, 911 at the same time
I had been grindin' since '97, that's longevity
And if you think lyrically better, you better be a killer

(I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer)
You ain't see a mothafucka get realer
(A psychopath, I'm a killer)
Goin' automatic on sporadic I choose
(A psychopath, I'm a killer)
Cause ain't iller
Knowing nobody for
(A psychopath, I'm a killer)

It's an elite drinker, ringleader
I'm a thinker, I'm a street preacher
With a street sweeper full of heat
In your Jeep speakers I'mma ringers
I don't need heaters, I got the meat
to the slaughterhouse
Niggas try to me I spell too much
Capital S to the laugh to the
Ho, U-S-E, now go to you fucks, word
work disappear quick as magic
Abracadabra, the trafficker blacker than
Can you imagine a nigga bread for the blood?
Money like Dracula, hand him some spatula, ask me a
Am I the best with the
yes with the goon talk
I just moonwalk all over the beat then I'm up the street
Crooked going Jackson on Thriller
I'm a psychopath, I'm a

You ain't ever see a mothafucka get
(A psychopath, I'm a killer)
Goin' automatic on anybody sporadic I
(A psychopath, I'm a killer)
ain't nobody iller
Knowing nobody for
(A psychopath, I'm a killer)

Feelin' it in the air, it in the night
I'm a killer
Did you ever think we come to find?
in my dreams

The thought of
Is makin' me want to set your daughter on fire with a soldering
What up mom, for the rim job, are you hirin'?
I'm hopin' to up your opening
Oh but I I gotta meet a lot of requirements
First I gotta you in the lobby and the isle and
You've probably already been with all the and I am in
No mood to be second fiddle, slob on this violin
With no strings
I'm just the of a hostile environment
But bein' up so brought up inspired
But I don't know why, it's still I'm caught up inside a whirlpool
Not an appliance, but applyin' this science, I psychotically
And it's like stars have all in alliance
Heart of a lion, balls of
Obscene talkin', the twine like a bean's talkin' and
But I keep walkin' the line the wrong and the right
But I write seems wrong and it's like
I'm ecstatic at all the static that I can still
In the of our modern society
Now Catholics are panicking I snapped back to my old antics and shenanigans
the pope's mad again
Probably have ran up in the Vatican with that mannequin
Singin' "Bagpipes Baghdad" again
In my dad's draggin' a faggot in, a glad bag
Won't be the last time I make a dramatic entrance, like again
You thought I was lyin' when I I think that I'm crossin' the line again?
lost my mind, caution oh God I think I've thought of another fucking line
Forgive me father, for I have
But hip hop has me brainwashed with a violent streak
Defiant, now the odds of me tryin' to fuckin' be
Probably gotta be 'bout as high as the Jolly Green
After he's fallen in pollen next to a bee hive colony tryin' to sneak by it
So please don't me while I revive rap
I'ma start up a rioting, try to it or silence it
You're not gonna, might as just hit the block in your joggin' attire in
Boston, the marathon finish line and I
Put your against mine
Cause the arsenal I have'll scar you for life, than Dzhokhar's
And I have a bomb, and barbed wire
Your bars are like Barney Fife with a fucking swiss army
A saber Darth Vader with arthritis at a bar fight
With the Knight on a dark night with his arms tied up
I'm Dahmer-like I'm on the mic, I'm not gonna lie
I perform like I'm die at the end of a song so it's hard for the rhyme to end
Like fuck 'em all I'm just
I'm locked up inside a shot of Bonnie and Clyde called
Uncle is driving, 'bout to burst in through the side door
Fuck up an asylum and park in the dining

(I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer)
You ever see a mothafucka get realer
(A psychopath, I'm a killer)
Goin' automatic on anybody sporadic I
(A psychopath, I'm a killer)
ain't nobody iller
Knowing for realer
(A psychopath, I'm a killer)