Luyện nghe bài hát Sorta Like A Psycho

(Black C)
Sorta like a psycho, a nigga just go
Spray the whole town a nigga is a schitzo
Little freaky try to say a nigga mean
But I'm sprayin ass with my Uzi machine
(What you gonna do that fo?), lay your punk ass on the floor
So you wanna be captain save a
Rat-a-tat 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 call my shit a gun), I call my shit the make-room
Mothafucka Mothafucka pretty soon
you're on my fuckin penis
why don't you to your fuckin knees
Bow wow wow yipee yo yipee yeah
Bark like a dog and just make my day, nigga
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 so pull out my 12 gauge
Boom boom boom I the nigga head fall off
Then I hit the cuts with my sawed off
while the body rot, nigga still on the plot
But next time, I use my mothafuckin

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

Knick knack wack, give a bitch a crack sack
While I'm up in the cuts, blowin off niggas
But it ain't no thang, my in the dope game
And I gotta ride, kill, and maintain my biz wax
A nigga's fin to get tax, a goin mad, they call me mad max
A mothafuckin (a crazy ass basket)
Punk mothafucka just call me Manson
Tear it off bro, (man wit the flow, give it up smooth)
Is my mothafuckin
But I see the and white suits wanna get me
And I'm not out like my boy Tony T
Bring em on bring em on em, I'm fin to hit the cuts and I'm
finna shake and 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 ounce and mad
Shoes all muddy, and pants filled wit green
But I'm not trippin, a nigga gotta kill
to the closet, and pulled out my 9
Stepped went to the mothafuckin window
The gun in the right hand, the left one
But the course is clear I'm fin to take a chill
Fuck that shit gimme a break down I get ill

I'm off my last 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 rat-a-tat 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 know me
(Mr.Cee)
So you should've be listenin the get go
'cause the on the under is about to flow
I'm a nigga that moves in
And I get a head in the midst of violence
A lot of people think highly
The 'cause I'm a product 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
You'll just fall when I pull this trigger
Yeah there's a lesson to be
But no one took notes, so niggas get