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 deetch try to say a nigga mean
But I'm sprayin ass with my Uzi machine
(What you do that shit fo?), lay your punk ass on the floor
So you wanna be save a hoe?
rat-a-rat rat-a-tat-tat
(Is that a cap gun?), no my mothafuckin mac
Or my deuce deuce, mothafuckin call it what you to
(I call my shit a gun), well I call my the make-room
Mothafucka Mothafucka mothafucka pretty
Since on my fuckin penis
why don't you drop to fuckin knees
Bow wow wow yipee yo yipee yipee
Bark like a dog and just make my mothafuckin day,
Ya fuckin wit the one, psycho ass lunatic
that is on one
B-L-A-C-K-C, my name
I put up the deuce deuce so out my 12 gauge
Boom boom boom I the nigga head fall off
I hit the cuts with 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 nigga where I'm the most
Point, give it up smooth

Knick knack paddy wack, give a bitch a sack
While I'm up in the cuts, blowin off backs
But it ain't no thang, my bitch in the dope
And I gotta ride, kill, and my mothafuckin biz wax
A fin to get tax, a nigga goin mad, they call me mad max
A mothafuckin (a crazy ass basket)
Punk mothafucka just call me Manson
it off bro, (man wit the funk flow, give it up smooth)
Is my mothafuckin
But I see the blue and white wanna get me
And I'm not out like 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 mothafuckin back
I'm fin to straight wit a fat sack of indo
gimme some mothafuckin zig zags ho
Now I got my zig zags, 40 ounce and mad
Shoes all muddy, and pants filled wit grass
But I'm not trippin, a nigga gotta kill
Went to the closet, and out my 9
Stepped went crept to the mothafuckin
The gun in the right hand, the one indo
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 niggas in a
Fuckin wit me should've checked his head 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 damn
Got four in the head and one in the dinga
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 nigga moves in silence
And I get a head in the midst of violence
A lot of people don't think
The reason 'cause I'm a of a violent society
And that's the why the goes
Why go to a wholesale when I can jack you for your
And it don't if you're ten pounds bigger
You'll fall harder when I pull this trigger
Yeah a lesson to be learned
But no one notes, so niggas get burned