Luyện nghe bài hát Am I A Psycho

I see you

I see you at me
at me, so I ask

Am I a
Am I a
Yeah I'm a
I I'm a psycho

crazy,
I like you, but you're crazy, my paid me
So I used that to allure ladies to whom bathe me
Never that my minds for sure shady
Pure Hades, rev x steady couldn't endure to save me
Why did I let this stripper me on the arm with her cigarette
In the same ten times in a row
When I felt that burn upon the
I'ma get her wet, to get carried away,
I stupid 'cause I ain't did her yet
Maybe she never let a nigga stare at her breasts,
I get but I ain't bit her neck
Open, I try to contain it but damn dame thang's soakin'
Alter ego say why you let them gang bang in
Strange lane hopin' I can maintain
But ain't nobody talkin' when the insane spoken
I like on my skin, blood on my draws
up on her walls, I'm suffering, I'm stuck in her claws
Stuffed in her jaws, and puffin' hollerin' my god,
I like really hots scolding water on my balls

Am I a
Am I a
I'm a psycho
I I'm a psycho

Mom? Dad? I'm no the boy you're used to seeing
I've changed a lot, plus I've grown to hate every being
My mood swings have now turned my dreams gruesome scenes
Now I'm doing I don't normally do
When illusions to be the only pleasures I can gain
Heck, if I was sane I would of put the mic and say
it I'll never rise to fame
But the wicked records I contain,
I could probably jump your name
No lovey-dovey ignite the flame
If lucky you survive the pain
Sorry that very marry to say,
Why is this so scary to play?
Well let me think, 'cause day
My balls are getting too to shave
a minute,
I'm the game if I go to hell,
heavens to blame
I don't to come off crazy
But you mothafuckas seem to think that I'm deranged (hey)
When I was seven old,
I on my head and I severed my brain (hey)
If you think I'm then
Ask my mama nigga she'll can tell you the
Should I be
No, I'm living my life so ghetto
Before you get outta a shape my nigga let me ask you this

Am I a
Am I a
I'm a psycho
I I'm a psycho

I you with this mic
And rap verse I'm rappin' to you
Matter fact I'm rapping you,
Never say my motherfucking
Unless you have to I am not no fucking jacket
no matching shoes
And you are not no guru
even see you niggas,
Y'all wish I was to you
Matter of fact act I'm rappin' to you
If gives you passion
To use this as an
Then just up out of conclusion
I'm attackin' you dudes
Is just like old voodoo
Y'all ain't the shit,
No ain't even the doodoo
I got more on the tissue paper under my toobos
So I'm slapping you
wooden paddles you stupid
Baby little bastards like little afternoon children
You can me psychotic
But more like schizophrenic
And I can speak can anyone tell me just my medicine is
Guess I gotta show these minors just what my is
Man I swear I'm all up out of my brain like students
I'm sorry, I mean to hurt your feelings
I see tears, come here,
Give me your face, let me it
But I wonder how it would
If I could peel it back with a
Then I'ma fill it crack I hit it,
Then I'ma spill it back when you it
Damn it Bobby boy, in the hell,
What in the heaven, in the earth
Where is your mom? What are you
are you from?
Where was your birth? Where you first?
Why weren't you in
Why is dirt, all on your shirt?
Man I think that you're berserk

Am I a
Am I a
I'm a psycho
I I'm a psycho

Am I a (psycho)
Am I a (psycho)
Yeah I'm a (psycho)
I I'm a psycho (psycho, psycho, psycho)