Luyện nghe bài hát Therapy

Bring in the next
The patient is
Bring in his
The will see you now

How you doin, let's see what we here
My is Dr. Killpatient
And I'm psychosssssigmathetamasochistic

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

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

Aw damn, again goes shit I
Can't get out of cycle, dish one got me whipped
From the thought of a bashing, Doctor stop me
I blow my motherfuckin' top G

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

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

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

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

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

As I think back, to the nineties, when life got extra grimy
Multiplied with a fleet me, wasn't smart to try me
Physical fam gave than a
Which added on to anger tearing through my inner

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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