Luyện nghe bài hát Skitsofrantic

Just skitsofrantic, panic

Just leave me alone, get the on
Skitsofrantic to the bone, I'm home
I hear people in the other room
up chicken, chillin' in my kitchen
Try to home, someone's in the back
Whisperin' words, breathin' on my
Flickin' my ear, I know right there
But I see 'em in my mirror

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

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

I better chill, bitch, get real
I know you're tryin' to my meal, I know the deal
You me dead so that you can get paid
I gotta dime, so don't waste your time
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 give his ass somethin',

The man next try to take me out
So I set a pipe bomb and up his house
Here come the cops, I don't shit
How do I know legit, bitch
I hate to say it but fuck Mark
I can tell he's just one of them
Every I see him on my little TV
always lookin' at me, why?

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

Sittin' in my room, everything's
I think I heard somebody
Now how can this be, nobody home but me
And somebody's turn the key, hello
Losin' my mind, all you hoes
out a axe and take all my clothes
Paint my face a wicked clown
I'm down, skitsofrantic

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

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

No, you ain't none, bitch
Shit money
Oh, hey hey,
How are you liking the ride far?
Excellent, this next one is about that
That out of the sewers and pipes
And chokes your neck, called the smog