Luyện nghe bài hát Therapy

[Dead
Yeah,this muthafuckin Dead boy up in bitch
Yo,got my muthafuckin nigga Esham ready to kick this for you hoes

Walkin on the flatlines fumblin with the razor
Rumblin the ace of spade is where the wicket rhymes are made
Sometimes I feel like
I just can't deal the pressures of life
So I around with the bloody butcher knife
Therapy,man I need some therapy cause ain't scarin me
I ain't got no love no one cares for me
Slippin it into to darkness I'm beyond that and pass
I catch a flashback
Snap and yo ass
Black get a shovel,grave digga
How you figure you gon' kill a nigga
You gon a dead nigga
Bloody body baby man I'm nutty what he thought
Nine bodies and I never got caught
Walk the flatlines,man I walk the
And dead body chalk lines make me lines
I don't sniff .45 slug to my mind

I feel I'm on the
Man I need some

Boy talking]

I'm having suicidal
Brain cells from the coma
My aroma dead body gone but not forgotten
Seems you forgot
Man I one shot
Now I lay me down to body hot rot
Got no love I was a toddler
Now I swallow for fun playin games with the gun
Hope I up,get up,throw up,mind blow up
I my teacher I want to be like Hitler when I grow up
Now I got a mental block got the pussy hammer
Tick tock and ya stop make the pussy pop
To the break of dawn,to the break of
Once it's on
.357 plated to my dome
Now I know you want to know about what I'm knowing
If