Luyện nghe bài hát Therapy

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

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

I I'm on the flatline
Man I need therapy

[Dead Boy

I'm suicidal thoughts
cells dead from the coma
My aroma dead body gone but not forgotten
Seems like you
Man I one shot
Now I lay me down to body hot rot
Got no love I was a toddler
Now I swallow bullets for fun playin with 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 block got the pussy hammer cocked
Tick tock and ya don't stop the pussy pop
To the of dawn,to the break of dawn
Once it's on
.357 plated to my dome
Now I know you want to about knowing what I'm knowing
If