Luyện nghe bài hát Therapy

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

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

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

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 into the mind of a crook
Then out of nowhere I envision two right

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

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

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

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

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

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

As I think back, to the nineties, when life got extra grimy
Multiplied with a fleet behind me, smart to try me
Physical fam gave than a
Which added on to eighties anger through my inner

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

One of them Decep
Yup, takin' dope and then some, I bend some
Did you have any legal of income?
I said farewell to welfare long ago
They want you to work for them now
Man you a shrink if you think I'ma go

any thoughts and hopes of rehabilitation
Were chilled when I lost my Phil it's been downhill
Ever since and nobody helpin' me
So I to you, the Dr. Killpatients for therapy

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

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

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

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

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

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