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 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 wanna be captain save a
rat-a-rat rat-a-tat-tat
(Is that a cap gun?), no it's my mac
Or my deuce deuce, mothafuckin call it what you to
(I my shit a gun), well 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 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 I watch the nigga head fall off
Then I hit the cuts my mothafuckin sawed off
Duck the body rot, nigga still on the plot
But time, I use my mothafuckin Glock

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

Knick knack wack, give a bitch a crack sack
I'm up in the cuts, blowin off niggas backs
But it ain't no thang, my bitch in the game
And I ride, kill, and maintain my mothafuckin biz wax
A fin to get tax, a nigga goin mad, they call me mad max
A mothafuckin rebel (a 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 suits wanna get me
And I'm not goin out my boy Tony T
Bring em on em on bring em, I'm fin to hit the cuts and I'm
finna and bake em
Tippy tippy toe to my back door
I'm fin to chill wit a fat sack of indo
Bitch gimme mothafuckin zig zags ho
Now I got my zig zags, 40 ounce and mad
all muddy, and pants filled wit green grass
But I'm not trippin, a nigga gotta kill
Went to the closet, and out my 9
Stepped crept to the mothafuckin window
The gun in the hand, the left one indo
But the course is clear I'm fin to a chill pill
Fuck that shit gimme a down before I get ill

I'm startin off my verse, five niggas in a hearse
Fuckin wit me checked his fuckin head first
I out the U to the Z to the I
Punk mothafuckas weren't for the homicide
Rat-a-tat same damn 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 ever me
(Mr.Cee)
So you be listenin from the get go
'cause the villian on the is about to flow
I'm a nigga moves in silence
And I get a head rush in the midst of
A lot of people think highly
The reason 'cause I'm a of a violent society
And that's the why the shit
Why go to a wholesale when I can you for your gold
And it matter if you're ten pounds bigger
just fall harder when I pull this trigger
Yeah there's a lesson to be
But no one took notes, so get burned