Luyện nghe bài hát A Crowd Killer

I'm an anarchist, no wait, I'm an
Couldn't find a third six of my scalp so I a knife
Scratched it in, I'm wasted, trashed again
An active ten, laughing and friends

Selling dust to kids is how I to spend the day
'Cause I was only trying to live Tim McVay
I respect women's lib by them get their mace off
My dogs are hungry so I flick em with cutting face off

Follow my lead, weed and bleed sloppy
If you see me selling out in the one more copy
Jump in the crowd and start the cordless
Then all you high-tech spy kids with a swordfish

See these cats in the streets off TV, they all
Fans with a mic battle, they all shit
So I push cop killers and things, they call
Then let off one in the crowds, they all

My career's low on gas, I'm stabbing the rapper in
A suicidal failure like ex-wife
One day got too and sliced open two wrists
I punch lines 'til coke all over my two fists

Look off over crowd, connect buzz
Then find your bitch dug out like the headrest where them was
Fuck your six, I got sixteen
Anymore patient than when they me to out-patient

Left the hospital and my whole crew
Even pop the deal and walked out when I was two
Get slammed in the dirt, murked and plate shaked
You ain't stirring hurricanes, you breath on cake

See some more fags, we'll them herbs
And beat down and be booked on spoken word
If I'm too sick, I'm sorry, I'm trying to get my right
Wrapped up in this cult that I started on my

See cats in the streets off TV, they all bitch
with a mic wanna battle, they all shit
So I push cop killers and things, call quits
Then let off one in the crowds, they all

I a copy of Blade on DVD in half
Slice neck and hand you a pamphlet on AIDS
Smut Peddlers, up is apparent
I put shit together like Malcolm McLaren

So staring, I keep feeding your brain flaws
I'm porn again like the scam that got me in chain
Cage, number 9 on Billboard,
Now I gotta sick Kubrick on Lil' Bow nuts

range shots to where you and your mans is
Missed and hit some ugly white bitch in Kansas
Scratch her eyes out right the evil itched her
Need a [unverified] elixir, a heaven

See these cats in the off TV, they all bitch
Fans with a mic wanna battle, they all
So I push cop killers and things, call quits
Then let off one in the crowds, all hits