Luyện nghe bài hát Skitsofrantic

Just skitsofrantic, panic

Just leave me alone, get the on
Skitsofrantic to the bone, when I'm
I hear people walkin' in the room
Cookin' up chicken, chillin' in my
Try to home, someone's in the back
Whisperin' words, on my neck
Flickin' my ear, I they're right there
But I see 'em in my mirror

in my bed, I'm better off dead
They're tryin' to figure out a way to cut off my
Hidin' under covers, they're to get me
But I can tell one of them is under there me
I got a phone call, I can't it up
Can't do a thing, let it ring
'Cause if I do, the phone will
I think I leave him on hold

Just skitsofrantic, panic
Just skitsofrantic, panic
skitsofrantic, don't panic
Just skitsofrantic, panic

I better just chill, bitch, get
I know you're tryin' to poison my meal, I know the
You want me dead so that you can get
I ain't gotta dime, so don't waste your
I gotta kill or they'll kill me
Who's these guys walk down my street
He's got a bag, he's probably just frontin'
I'm a his ass somethin', motherfucker

The man door try to take me out
So I set a bomb and blew up his house
Here come the cops, I know shit
How do I know legit, bitch
I hate to say it but fuck Mark
'Cause I can he's just one of them
night I see him on my little TV
He's always lookin' at me,

Just skitsofrantic, don't
skitsofrantic, don't panic
Just skitsofrantic, don't
Just skitsofrantic, panic

in my room, everything's dark
I think I heard somebody
Now how can be, ain't nobody home but me
And trynna turn the key, hello
Losin' my mind, fuck all you
out a axe and take all my clothes
Paint my face like a wicked
I'm down, straight

Just skitsofrantic, panic
Just skitsofrantic, don't
Just skitsofrantic, panic
Just skitsofrantic, panic
skitsofrantic, don't panic
Just skitsofrantic, panic
Just skitsofrantic, don't
Just skitsofrantic, panic

Just skitsofrantic, don't
Just skitsofrantic, don't
skitsofrantic, don't panic
Just skitsofrantic, don't
Just skitsofrantic, panic
Just skitsofrantic, don't
Just skitsofrantic, don't
skitsofrantic, don't panic

No, you getting none, bitch
Shit money
Oh, hey hey,
How are you liking the ride thus
Excellent, this next one is that shit
That out of the sewers and pipes
And your neck, it's called the smog