Luyện nghe bài hát Sorta Like A Psycho

(Black C)
Sorta like a psycho, a nigga might go
Spray the whole town 'cause a is a schitzo
Little freaky deetch try to say a nigga
But I'm sprayin ass with my Uzi machine
(What you gonna do shit fo?), lay your punk ass on the floor
So you wanna be save a hoe?
Rat-a-tat rat-a-tat-tat
(Is that a cap gun?), no it's my mac
Or my deuce deuce, mothafuckin call it you want to
(I my shit 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 yeah
Bark like a dog and just make my mothafuckin day,
Ya fuckin wit the wrong one, ass lunatic
that is on one
B-L-A-C-K-C, my name
I put up the deuce deuce so out my 12 gauge
boom boom I watch the nigga head fall off
Then I hit the cuts with my sawed off
Duck while the rot, nigga still on the plot
But next time, I use my Glock

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

Knick knack paddy wack, a bitch a crack sack
While I'm up in the cuts, off niggas backs
But it ain't no thang, my in the dope game
And I gotta ride, kill, and my mothafuckin biz wax
A nigga's fin to get tax, a nigga goin mad, call me mad max
A mothafuckin rebel (a ass basket)
Punk just call me Charles 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 goin out like my boy T
Bring em on 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 mothafuckin zig zags ho
Now I got my zig zags, 40 and watchin mad
all muddy, and pants filled wit green grass
But I'm not trippin, a nigga gotta time
Went to the closet, and out my 9
Stepped went crept to the mothafuckin
The gun in the hand, the left one indo
But the is clear I'm fin to take a chill pill
Fuck that shit gimme a break before I get ill

I'm startin off my last verse, niggas in a hearse
wit me should've 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 same damn
Got four in the head and one in the dinga
And if didn't know 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 under is about to
I'm a nigga moves in silence
And I get a rush in the midst of violence
A lot of don't 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 your
And it don't matter if you're ten bigger
You'll just fall harder when I pull trigger
there's a lesson to be learned
But no one took notes, so niggas get