Luyện nghe bài hát Therapy

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

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

I feel I'm on the
Man I some therapy

[Dead Boy

I'm suicidal thoughts
Brain dead from the coma
My dead body rotten gone but not forgotten
Seems like you
Man I one shot
Now I lay me down to sleep hot rot
Got no love when I was a
Now I swallow for fun playin games with the gun
Hope I spit up,get up,throw up,mind up
I told my teacher I want to be like when I grow up
Now I got a mental block got the pussy hammer
Tick tock and ya don't stop the pussy pop
To the break of dawn,to the break of
again it's on
.357 plated to my dome
Now I know you want to know about what I'm knowing
If