Luyện nghe bài hát Skitzo

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Yea, Im Ds on the Cadillac
Riding through Decatur, nigga, bumping verb
You a fucking lier never slung a crumb of crack
Bash your fucking window and I drag out you
your mom the zombies back
Fucking
Gag a and shove her in the dryer at the laundry-mat
Cokehead insomniac, sipping on some
this fucking album sucks, I want my fucking money back
Disadvantage, Im schizophrenic, these bitches
Dickin' Janice, Im Xanax and speaking Spanish
Na la cum la la cum pla, I say a word
A fucking nerd, Im riding with the Mossberg
I am awkward, Im sipping syrup
Im high as a martian in a saucer
What up to 808 Blake and Mike
I punch the sheet rock and make the wall hurt
Teen wolf, I claw a dress and off her
Just got a new and the seats is all fur
My brain's fried, hearts gone and my balls
I grab the nine to forty-five and let em all
Mr. Benton, say they sick of him
Im up at Micky Ds, I get an McMuffin
You around all pigs like you McLovin
I a freakin prick inside a fucking brick oven
You niggas fake like mall cop, Paul
I run you with the shopping cart in Wal-Mart
Hop out the Subaru, a tube of glue
Your girl ring my dick just like a hula hoop
Manuever through the in a bullet proof suit
Im strong enough to rip a fucking roof up off a
You play Tupac
I throw you off the roof and run down and you
Tell these niggas 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 loose and then I smoke a or two
And spend a hundred grand on a prostitute

Yea Im going nigga, honey baked
Big said more money, more niggas
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 to kill mics
I meet you in nightmares, and bash you with a steel pipe
Somebody have laced this heroin cause I dont feel right
Just my wife a set of Martha Stewart stainless steel knives
Hey, Im talking to you dickhead!
Jarren, he's dead he cannot you, idiot
Roaming every city strips and grabbing every tits
Y'all niggas playing hookie, Mister Benton's sick
Leave it to Beaver, Im leaving with
With this cleaver to his neck
And Im making him eat
Kick a bitch in the cause shes a dick teaser
Did a with Satan and thats a sick feature
Im not a human being, Im a sick
Run in every to murder every sick preacher
Stomping a nigga to a seizure, every spliff of reefer
A bully throwing off the top bleacher
Fucking skitzo, eat the barrel of
I can shit a grenade and piss out a missile
Lets play Operation, I to see blood drizzle
Lets make it real official, this saw will cut through a
Im so extraordinary sleep the mortuary
Wake inside the cemetery, dig up corpse thats buried
This is so unnecessary, voices in my head, scary
Sick of crazy, God I want to be ordinary!
[Chorus]Yea Im going nigga, honey baked
Big said more money, more niggas
I blow a couple recs, took an eighth of coke
Now let me show you what it to be a skitzo
[Jarren
Yo Jarren, wake up dog
Come on, yo wake the fuck up man, on
Come on, Yo Kato, call 911
Man I think this fucker
Get up man, on, come on!
talking]
Yo Jarren, Jarren yo stop stop chill!
Yo, youre just slappin, talking to yourself right now, man.
Im trying to study for midterm, fuckin schitzo.