Luyện nghe bài hát Sorta Like A Psycho

(Black C)
Sorta like a psycho, a nigga just go
Spray the whole 'cause a nigga is a schitzo
Little freaky deetch try to say a mean
But I'm sprayin ass with my Uzi machine
(What you gonna do shit fo?), lay your punk ass on the floor
So you be captain save a hoe?
Rat-a-tat rat-a-tat-tat
(Is a cap gun?), no it's my mothafuckin mac
Or my deuce deuce, mothafuckin it what you want to
(I call my shit a gun), well I call my shit the
Mothafucka mothafucka pretty soon
Since on my fuckin penis
why don't you drop to your fuckin
Bow wow wow yipee yo yipee yeah
Bark like a dog and just make my mothafuckin day,
Ya wit the wrong 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 watch the nigga fall off
Then I hit the with my mothafuckin sawed off
Duck while the body rot, nigga still on the
But next time, I use my mothafuckin

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

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 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 mothafucka just me Charles Manson
it off bro, (man wit the funk flow, give it up smooth)
Is my moto
But I see the blue and suits wanna get me
And I'm not out like 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 toe to my mothafuckin back door
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 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 mothafuckin
The gun in the right hand, the one indo
But the course is clear I'm fin to a chill pill
Fuck that gimme a break down before 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 weren't for the homicide
Rat-a-tat rat-a-tat same damn
Got four in the head and one in the ling
And if they didn't me right now
Then they'll never ever ever know me
(Mr.Cee)
So you should've be from the get go
'cause the villian on the is about to flow
I'm a nigga that in silence
And I get a head rush in the of violence
A lot of don't think highly
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 you for your gold
And it don't matter if you're ten pounds
You'll just fall harder when I pull trigger
Yeah there's a lesson to be
But no one took notes, so niggas get