Luyện nghe bài hát Therapy

Bring in the next
The is sleeping
in his chart
The will see you now

How you doin, see what we have here
My name is Dr.
And I'm psychosssssigmathetamasochistic

All I, seem to, think about is
It doesn't matter if I'm dead, sober or I'm
It's strange, I'm not insane or at least I don't so
Or am I? You think so Doc, truthfully you don't

So do I do, I go to my crew and ask for help
But they ain't no help, they go the same shit they damn self
So I look deep the mind of a crook
out of nowhere I envision two right hooks

Aw damn, again goes this I
get out of this cycle, dish one got me whipped
From the of a brain bashing, Doctor stop me
Before I blow my top G

See that leather sofa over there? Sit back this six pack
And a spliff that your mind twisted while we chit chat
I think that, we should start with the
But before we begin let me ask you a few

Have you been the wrong way? Involved in gun play
The town let me guess like you was O.J.
Typical black life you knifes under a sea biscuit
Get specific an stop fuckin' around wit crack rock

Yes, you do I can tell
'Cuz you funny, like when blacks get money
Brummy jazz only to Jawana
And instead of helping you're getting me heated like a

Just to get into your head, pardon the way I treat you
Tell me your scar, did your momma beat you
Fuck the mystery, Duke me your history
You're pissin' me off, plus the time on clippin' see

I need a to give me some therapy
I a doctor to check my, my brain

As I think back, to the nineties, that's when life got grimy
Multiplied with a behind me, wasn't smart to try me
fam gave less than a
Which added on to eighties anger through my inner

Now we're gettin somewhere, yah, it's all clear
I always feared I have to play the rear 'til I was here
when I flipped out and became a plane
That transform into a robot Rokk Da was his name

One of them niggaz
Yup, takin' clothes and then some, I bend some
Did you any legal source of income?
I farewell to welfare crazy long ago
They want you to for them peanuts now
Man you need a shrink if you think go

Then any thoughts and hopes of
Were chilled I lost my nigga Phil it's been downhill
Ever since and ain't nobody me
So I came to you, the Dr. for therapy

I need a doctor to me some therapy
I need a doctor to check my, my

Bust the prognosis, better yet have a dosage
Of prescribed poetry that people as potent
I've been goin' through your and I found a conclusion
That you destined to be the best in world of confusion

You lose when you fall victim to ways
I know crime pays but the rhyme slays
two of these and if you have a problem at all
I'm on call twenty four hours to brawl, word is

I need a doctor to give me therapy
I need a doctor to check my, my

I need a doctor to give me some
I need a to check my, my brain

I need a to give me some therapy
I need a to check my, my brain
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