Luyện nghe bài hát Sorta Like A Psycho

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

(chorus)
To the old school nigga where I'm the most
Hunter's Point, it up smooth

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

I'm startin off my last verse, five in a hearse
wit me should've checked his fuckin head first
I out the U to the Z to the I
Punk mothafuckas weren't prepared for the
rat-a-tat same damn thing
Got in the head and one in the dinga ling
And if they didn't me right 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 that moves in silence
And I get a head rush in the of violence
A lot of people don't highly
The reason 'cause I'm a product of a violent
And the why the shit goes
Why go to a wholesale I can jack you for your gold
And it don't matter if ten pounds bigger
You'll just harder when I pull this trigger
there's a lesson to be learned
But no one took notes, so niggas get