Luyện nghe bài hát Therapy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yes, you do I can tell
you actin' funny, like when blacks get money
Brummy jazz only to Jawana
And instead of helping you're 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 me your history
You're pissin' me off, plus the keep on clippin' see

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

As I think back, to the nineties, when life got extra grimy
Multiplied a fleet behind me, wasn't smart to try me
Physical fam gave than a
added on to eighties 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 out and became a plane
That transform into a robot Rokk Da Kids was his

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

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

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

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

You lose when you fall victim to evil
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, is bond

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

I a doctor to give me some therapy
I a doctor 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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