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 name is Dr.
And I'm psychosssssigmathetamasochistic

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

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

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

See that leather sofa over there? Sit with this six pack
And a spliff that have your mind twisted 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 town let me acquitted like you was O.J.
Typical black you jack knifes under a sea biscuit
Get specific an stop around wit that crack rock

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

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

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

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

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

One of Decep niggaz
Yup, dope 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 a shrink if you think I'ma go

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

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

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

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

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 doctor to check my, my

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