Luyện nghe bài hát Skitzo

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Yea, Im throwing Ds on the
Riding through Decatur, nigga, bumping zacarat
You a fucking faggot never slung a crumb of crack
Bash your window and I drag out you pontiac
Tell your mom the zombies
Fucking
Gag a and shove her in the dryer at the laundry-mat
Cokehead insomniac, on some Cognac
Dude this fucking album sucks, I want my money back
Disadvantage, Im schizophrenic, these panic
Dickin' Janice, Im Xanax and speaking Spanish
Na la cum la la cum pla, I say a word
A fucking nerd, Im dirty with the Mossberg
I am awkward, Im sipping syrup
Im as a martian in a flying saucer
up to 808 Blake and Mike Whalberg
I through the sheet rock and make the wall hurt
wolf, I claw a dress and panties off her
Just got a new and the seats is all fur
My brain's fried, gone and my balls hurt
I grab the to forty-five and let em all squirt
Mr. Benton, say they sick of him
Im up at Ds, I get an English McMuffin
You around all pigs like you McLovin
I shove a prick inside a fucking brick oven
You niggas fake like mall cop, Blart
I run you over with the cart in Wal-Mart
Hop out the Subaru, a tube of glue
girl ring around my dick just like a hula hoop
Manuever the city in a bullet proof suit
Im enough to rip a fucking roof up off a coupe
You play Tupac
I throw you off the roof and run down and you
Tell niggas jarren that got the juice
Somebody the doctor, Dr. Suess or Dr. Roof
Im so out of my fucking any fucking doc will do
I let the choppers and then I smoke a rock or two
And a hundred grand on a one-legged prostitute

Yea Im going hard nigga, baked
Big more money, more niggas hate
I a couple recs, just took an eighth of coke
Now let me show you what it to be skitzo
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Doctor call Brad Murray, Bitch Im known to mics
I meet you in nightmares, and bash you with a steel pipe
Somebody must have laced this cause I dont feel right
bought my wife a set of Martha Stewart stainless steel knives
Hey, Im talking to you dickhead!
Jarren, he's dead he cannot hear you,
Roaming every city strips and grabbing every pretty
Y'all niggas playing hookie, Mister Benton's really
Leave it to Beaver, Im with Beiber
this meat cleaver to his neck
And Im making him eat
Kick a bitch in the face cause a dick teaser
Did a song Satan and thats a sick feature
Im not a human being, Im a creature
Run in every to murder every sick preacher
a nigga to a seizure, smoking every spliff of reefer
A throwing geeks off the top bleacher
Fucking skitzo, eat the of pistols
I can shit a hand and piss out a missile
Lets Operation, I want to see blood drizzle
Lets make it official, this saw will cut through a gristle
Im so sleep inside the mortuary
Wake inside the cemetery, dig up every corpse thats
This is so unnecessary, in my head, thats scary
Sick of being crazy, God I to be ordinary!
[Chorus]Yea Im going hard nigga, baked
Big said more money, more hate
I blow a couple recs, took an eighth of coke
Now let me you what it means to be a skitzo
[Jarren
Yo Jarren, Jarren up dog
Come on, yo wake the up man, come on
Come on, Yo Kato, Kato 911
Man I this fucker overdosed
Get up man, on, come on!
talking]
Yo Jarren, Jarren yo stop stop chill!
Yo, youre slappin, youre talking to yourself right now, man.
Im trying to for this midterm, fuckin schitzo.