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
freaky deetch try to say a nigga mean
But I'm sprayin punk ass my Uzi machine
(What you gonna do that fo?), lay your punk ass on the floor
So you be captain save a hoe?
rat-a-rat rat-a-tat-tat
(Is that a cap gun?), no it's my mac
Or my deuce, mothafuckin call it what you want to
(I call my shit a gun), well I call my the make-room
Mothafucka Mothafucka mothafucka pretty
Since on my fuckin penis
why don't you to your fuckin knees
Bow wow wow yipee yo yipee yipee
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 name
I put up the deuce so pull out my 12 gauge
boom boom I watch the nigga head fall off
Then I hit the cuts my mothafuckin sawed off
Duck the body rot, nigga still on the plot
But next time, I use my Glock

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

Knick 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 dope
And I gotta ride, kill, and maintain my biz wax
A nigga's fin to get tax, a nigga goin mad, 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 and white suits wanna get me
And I'm not goin out like my boy T
Bring em on bring em on bring em, I'm fin to hit the and I'm
shake and bake em
Tippy tippy toe to my back door
I'm fin to chill wit a fat sack 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 gotta time
to the closet, and pulled out my 9
Stepped went crept to the window
The gun in the right hand, the left one
But the course is clear I'm fin to take a chill
Fuck that gimme a break down before I get ill

I'm startin off my last verse, five in a hearse
Fuckin wit me checked his fuckin head first
I out the U to the Z to the I
Punk weren't 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 me right now
Then never ever 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 that moves in silence
And I get a head rush in the midst of
A lot of people think highly
The reason 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 gold
And it don't if you're ten pounds bigger
You'll just fall harder when I pull trigger
Yeah there's a to be learned
But no one notes, so niggas get burned