Luyện nghe bài hát Therapy

Bring in the patient
The patient is
Bring in his
The doctor 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, 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 damn
So I deep into the mind of a crook
Then out of nowhere I two right hooks

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

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

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

Yes, you do I can tell
'Cuz you funny, like when blacks get money
Brummy jazz only married to
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 momma you
Fuck the mystery, tell me your history
You're pissin' me off, plus the 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 got extra grimy
Multiplied with a fleet me, wasn't smart to try me
fam gave less than a
Which added on to eighties tearing through my inner

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 flipped out and became a
That into a robot Rokk Da Kids was his name

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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