Luyện nghe bài hát Sorta Like A Psycho

(Black C)
Sorta like a psycho, a just might go
Spray the whole town a nigga is a schitzo
Little deetch try to say a nigga mean
But I'm sprayin punk ass with my Uzi
(What you gonna do that shit fo?), lay punk ass on the floor
So you be captain save a hoe?
Rat-a-tat rat-a-rat
(Is a cap gun?), no it's my mothafuckin mac
Or my deuce deuce, mothafuckin call it you want to
(I call my shit a gun), well I call my shit the
Mothafucka mothafucka pretty soon
Since on my fuckin penis
why don't you to your fuckin knees
Bow wow wow yipee yo yipee yeah
like a dog and just make my mothafuckin day, nigga
Ya fuckin wit the wrong one, ass lunatic
that is on one
B-L-A-C-K-C, my name
I put up the deuce so pull out my 12 gauge
Boom boom boom I the nigga head fall off
Then I hit the cuts with my sawed off
Duck while the body rot, still on the plot
But next time, I use my mothafuckin

(chorus)
To the old school nigga where I'm known the
Point, give it up smooth

Knick knack paddy wack, give a a crack sack
While I'm up in the cuts, off niggas backs
But it ain't no thang, my bitch in the dope
And I gotta ride, kill, and maintain my biz wax
A nigga's fin to get tax, a nigga goin mad, they me mad max
A rebel (a crazy ass basket)
Punk mothafucka just call me Charles
it off bro, (man wit the funk flow, give it up smooth)
Is my moto
But I see the blue and white wanna get me
And I'm not goin out my boy Tony T
Bring em on bring em on bring em, I'm fin to hit the and I'm
shake and bake em
Tippy tippy toe to my mothafuckin back
I'm fin to straight chill wit a fat of indo
Bitch gimme some zig zags ho
Now I got my zig zags, 40 ounce and mad
Shoes all muddy, and filled wit green grass
But I'm not trippin, a nigga gotta time
Went to the closet, and out my 9
Stepped crept to the mothafuckin window
The gun in the right hand, the left one
But the course is clear I'm fin to take a pill
Fuck shit gimme a break down before I get ill

I'm startin off my last verse, five in a hearse
Fuckin wit me should've his fuckin head first
I out the U to the Z to the I
Punk mothafuckas weren't for the homicide
Rat-a-tat rat-a-tat damn thing
Got four in the head and one in the dinga
And if they didn't know me now
Then they'll never ever ever know me
(Mr.Cee)
So you should've be listenin the get go
'cause the villian on the under is about to
I'm a nigga that moves in
And I get a head rush in the of violence
A lot of people don't think
The reason 'cause I'm a product of a society
And that's the why the goes
Why go to a wholesale I can jack you for your gold
And it don't matter if ten pounds bigger
just fall harder when I pull this trigger
Yeah there's a to be learned
But no one took notes, so get burned