Luyện nghe bài hát Therapy

[Dead
Yeah,this muthafuckin Dead boy up in bitch
Yo,got my muthafuckin nigga Esham ready to kick shit for you hoes

Walkin on the flatlines fumblin with the razor
with the ace of spade is where the wicket rhymes are made
Sometimes I really like
I just can't deal with the pressures of
So I walk around the bloody butcher knife
Therapy,man I need some cause ain't nobody scarin me
I ain't got no love no one cares for me
Slippin it into to I'm beyond that and pass that
Once I a flashback
Snap and yo ass
Devil get a shovel,grave digga
How you figure you gon' kill a nigga
You gon kill a dead
body baby bloody man I'm nutty what he thought
Nine bodies and I never got caught
Walk the flatlines,man I walk the
And dead body chalk lines make me walk
I sniff lines .45 slug to my mind

I I'm on the flatline
Man I need some

Boy talking]

I'm having suicidal
cells dead from the coma
My dead body rotten gone but not forgotten
Seems you forgot
Man I one shot
Now I lay me down to body hot rot
Got no when I was a toddler
Now I swallow bullets for fun playin games the gun
Hope I up,get up,throw up,mind blow up
I told my I want to be like Hitler when I grow up
Now I got a mental block got the hammer cocked
Tick tock and ya don't stop make the pop
To the of dawn,to the break of dawn
Once again on
.357 chrome to my dome
Now I know you want to know about knowing what I'm
If