Luyện nghe bài hát Sorta Like A Psycho

(Black C)
Sorta like a psycho, a nigga might go
Spray the whole town 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 that shit fo?), lay your punk ass on the
So you wanna be captain a hoe?
Rat-a-tat 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 a gun), well I call my shit the make-room
Mothafucka Mothafucka pretty soon
Since you're on my penis
why don't you drop to fuckin knees
Bow wow wow yipee yo yipee yipee
Bark a dog and just make my mothafuckin day, nigga
Ya fuckin wit the wrong one, psycho ass
that 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 mothafuckin off
Duck while the body rot, nigga still on the
But next time, I use my Glock

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

Knick knack wack, give a bitch a crack sack
I'm up in the cuts, blowin off niggas backs
But it ain't no thang, my bitch in the game
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 rebel (a ass basket)
Punk mothafucka just call me Charles
Tear it off bro, (man wit the funk flow, 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
Bring em on em on bring em, I'm fin to hit the cuts and I'm
finna and bake em
Tippy toe to my mothafuckin back door
I'm fin to straight wit a fat sack of indo
Bitch some 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 gotta kill
Went to the closet, and out my 9
went crept to the mothafuckin window
The gun in the hand, the left one indo
But the course is clear I'm fin to take a chill
Fuck that shit gimme a down before I get ill

I'm startin off my last verse, five niggas in a
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 rat-a-tat damn thing
Got four in the head and one in the dinga
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 villian on the under is to flow
I'm a nigga that in silence
And I get a rush 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 goes
Why go to a when I can jack you for your gold
And it don't matter if you're ten pounds
You'll just fall harder when I this trigger
Yeah there's a to be learned
But no one took notes, so niggas get