Luyện nghe bài hát Sorta Like A Psycho

(Black C)
Sorta like a psycho, a just might go
Spray the whole town 'cause a is a schitzo
Little freaky deetch try to say a nigga
But I'm punk ass with my Uzi machine
(What you gonna do that fo?), lay your punk ass on the floor
So you wanna be save a hoe?
Rat-a-tat rat-a-rat
(Is that a cap gun?), no my mothafuckin 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
Since you're on my penis
why you drop to your fuckin knees
Bow wow wow yo yipee yipee yeah
Bark like a dog and just make my mothafuckin day,
Ya fuckin wit the wrong one, psycho ass
nigga is on one
B-L-A-C-K-C, my name
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, nigga still on the
But time, I use my mothafuckin Glock

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

Knick knack paddy wack, a bitch a crack sack
While I'm up in the cuts, blowin off niggas
But it ain't no thang, my bitch in the dope
And I ride, kill, and maintain my mothafuckin biz wax
A nigga's fin to get tax, a nigga goin mad, they me mad max
A mothafuckin rebel (a ass basket)
Punk just call me Charles Manson
Tear it off bro, (man wit the funk flow, it up smooth)
Is my mothafuckin
But I see the blue and white wanna get me
And I'm not goin out like my boy T
Bring em on bring em on em, I'm fin to hit the cuts and I'm
finna shake and em
tippy toe to my mothafuckin back door
I'm fin to chill wit a fat sack of indo
Bitch some mothafuckin zig zags ho
Now I got my zig zags, 40 and watchin mad
Shoes all muddy, and filled wit green grass
But I'm not trippin, a nigga gotta time
to the closet, and pulled out my 9
Stepped went crept to the window
The gun in the right hand, the 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 last verse, five in a hearse
Fuckin wit me 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 know me
(Mr.Cee)
So you should've be listenin the get go
the villian on the under 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 don't think
The reason 'cause I'm a product of a society
And the why the shit goes
Why go to a wholesale I can jack you for your gold
And it matter if you're ten pounds bigger
You'll just harder when I pull this trigger
Yeah a lesson to be learned
But no one notes, so niggas get burned