Luyện nghe bài hát Sorta Like A Psycho

(Black C)
Sorta like a psycho, a nigga might go
Spray the whole 'cause a nigga is a schitzo
Little freaky try to say a nigga mean
But I'm punk ass with my Uzi machine
(What you gonna do that shit fo?), lay your punk ass on the
So you be captain save a hoe?
Rat-a-tat rat-a-tat-tat
(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), well I call my shit the
Mothafucka mothafucka pretty soon
you're on my fuckin penis
why don't you to your fuckin knees
Bow wow wow yipee yo yipee yeah
Bark a dog and just make my mothafuckin day, nigga
Ya wit the wrong 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 boom I the nigga head fall off
Then I hit the with my mothafuckin sawed off
Duck while the body rot, still on the plot
But next time, I use my Glock

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

Knick knack wack, give a bitch a crack sack
While I'm up in the cuts, off niggas backs
But it no thang, my bitch in the dope game
And I ride, kill, and maintain my mothafuckin biz wax
A nigga's fin to get tax, a nigga goin mad, call me mad max
A rebel (a crazy ass basket)
Punk just call me Charles Manson
Tear it off bro, (man wit the flow, give it up smooth)
Is my mothafuckin
But I see the and white suits wanna get me
And I'm not goin out my boy Tony T
Bring em on bring em on em, I'm fin to hit the cuts and I'm
shake and bake em
Tippy tippy toe to my back door
I'm fin to straight wit a fat sack of indo
Bitch gimme mothafuckin zig zags ho
Now I got my zig zags, 40 and watchin mad
Shoes all muddy, and pants wit green 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 shit gimme a break down before I get ill

I'm startin off my last verse, five niggas in a
Fuckin wit me should've checked his fuckin first
I out the U to the Z to the I
mothafuckas weren't prepared for the homicide
Rat-a-tat rat-a-tat same thing
Got four in the head and one in the ling
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 on the under is about to flow
I'm a nigga that in silence
And I get a head rush in the midst of
A lot of don't think highly
The 'cause I'm a product of a violent society
And that's the why the shit
Why go to a wholesale when I can jack you for your
And it don't matter if you're ten pounds
You'll just fall harder when I this trigger
Yeah there's a to be learned
But no one took notes, so niggas get