Luyện nghe bài hát Sorta Like A Psycho

(Black C)
Sorta like a psycho, a just might go
Spray the whole town 'cause a nigga is a
Little deetch try to say a nigga mean
But I'm sprayin punk ass my Uzi machine
(What you gonna do that shit fo?), lay your ass on the floor
So you wanna be captain a hoe?
Rat-a-tat rat-a-tat-tat
(Is that a cap gun?), no it's my mac
Or my deuce deuce, mothafuckin call it you want to
(I call my a gun), well I call my shit the make-room
Mothafucka Mothafucka mothafucka pretty
you're 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 my mothafuckin 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 boom I the nigga head fall off
Then I hit the cuts my mothafuckin sawed off
Duck while the rot, nigga still on the plot
But next time, I use my Glock

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

Knick paddy wack, give a bitch a crack sack
While I'm up in the cuts, blowin off niggas
But it no thang, my bitch in the dope game
And I gotta ride, kill, and 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 mothafucka just call me Manson
Tear it off bro, (man wit the funk flow, it up smooth)
Is my moto
But I see the blue and white wanna get me
And I'm not out like my boy Tony T
Bring em on bring em on bring em, I'm fin to hit the and I'm
finna and bake em
Tippy tippy toe to my back door
I'm fin to straight chill wit a fat sack of
Bitch gimme some zig zags ho
Now I got my zig zags, 40 and watchin mad
all muddy, and pants filled wit green grass
But I'm not trippin, a nigga gotta time
Went to the closet, and out my 9
went crept to the mothafuckin window
The gun in the right hand, the left one
But the is clear I'm fin to take a chill pill
Fuck that shit a break down before I get ill

I'm startin off my last verse, niggas in a hearse
wit me should've checked his fuckin head first
I out the U to the Z to the I
Punk mothafuckas prepared for the homicide
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 ever 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 in silence
And I get a rush in the midst of violence
A lot of people think highly
The reason 'cause I'm a of a violent society
And the why the shit goes
Why go to a when 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 get burned