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 deetch try to say a nigga mean
But I'm punk 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-rat
(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), I call my shit the make-room
Mothafucka Mothafucka mothafucka soon
you're on my fuckin penis
why don't you to your 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, ass lunatic
that is on one
B-L-A-C-K-C, my mothafuckin
I put up the deuce so pull out my 12 gauge
Boom boom I watch the nigga head fall off
I hit the cuts with my mothafuckin sawed 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, give it up

knack paddy wack, give a bitch a crack sack
While I'm up in the cuts, 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 nigga's fin to get tax, a nigga mad, they call me mad max
A rebel (a crazy 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 out like my boy Tony T
em on bring em on bring em, I'm fin to hit the cuts and I'm
finna and bake em
Tippy tippy toe to my mothafuckin door
I'm fin to chill wit a fat sack of indo
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 kill time
Went to the closet, and out my 9
Stepped went crept to the window
The gun in the right hand, the left one
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 last verse, niggas in a hearse
Fuckin wit me should've checked his fuckin head
I out the U to the Z to the I
Punk weren't prepared for the homicide
Rat-a-tat rat-a-tat same thing
Got four in the and one in the dinga ling
And if they didn't me right now
Then they'll never ever ever ever me
(Mr.Cee)
So you be listenin from the get go
'cause the villian on the under is about to
I'm a that moves in silence
And I get a head in the midst of violence
A lot of people don't think
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 jack you for your
And it don't matter if you're ten pounds
just fall harder when I pull this trigger
Yeah there's a to be learned
But no one notes, so niggas get burned