Luyện nghe bài hát Sorta Like A Psycho

(Black C)
Sorta like a psycho, a nigga just go
Spray the town 'cause a nigga is a schitzo
Little freaky deetch try to say a nigga
But I'm punk ass with my Uzi machine
(What you gonna do shit fo?), lay your punk ass on the floor
So you wanna be captain a hoe?
Rat-a-tat rat-a-rat
(Is that a cap gun?), no it's my mac
Or my deuce deuce, mothafuckin call it you want to
(I call my shit a gun), well I my shit the make-room
Mothafucka Mothafucka mothafucka soon
Since you're on my penis
why don't you drop to your fuckin
Bow wow wow yo yipee yipee yeah
Bark like a dog and just make my day, nigga
Ya fuckin wit the one, psycho ass lunatic
nigga is on one
B-L-A-C-K-C, my mothafuckin
I put up the deuce deuce so out my 12 gauge
Boom boom boom I the nigga head fall off
Then I hit the cuts with my mothafuckin off
Duck the body rot, nigga still on the plot
But next time, I use my mothafuckin

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

Knick knack wack, give a bitch a crack sack
While I'm up in the cuts, blowin off backs
But it ain't no thang, my in the dope game
And I gotta ride, kill, and my mothafuckin biz wax
A nigga's fin to get tax, a nigga mad, they call me mad max
A mothafuckin (a crazy ass basket)
mothafucka just call me Charles Manson
Tear it off bro, (man wit the 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
em on bring em on bring em, I'm fin to hit the cuts and I'm
finna shake and em
Tippy tippy toe to my mothafuckin back
I'm fin to straight chill wit a fat of indo
Bitch gimme mothafuckin zig zags ho
Now I got my zig zags, 40 ounce and mad
Shoes all muddy, and pants filled wit green
But I'm not trippin, a nigga kill time
Went to the closet, and out my 9
Stepped went crept to the window
The gun in the right hand, the one indo
But the course is I'm fin to take a chill pill
Fuck that shit gimme a break down I get ill

I'm startin off my verse, five niggas in a hearse
Fuckin wit me should've 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 know 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 rush in the midst of violence
A lot of don't think highly
The reason I'm a product of a violent society
And the why the shit goes
Why go to a wholesale when I can jack you for gold
And it don't if you're ten pounds bigger
You'll just fall harder I pull this trigger
there's a lesson to be learned
But no one notes, so niggas get burned