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, getting trashed
An active ten, laughing and friends

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

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

See these cats in the streets off TV, 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

My low on gas, I'm stabbing the rapper in sight
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, nicotine buzz
find your bitch dug out like the headrest where them screens was
Fuck your six, I got sixteen
Anymore patient when they switched me to out-patient

Left the and dissed my whole crew
Even pop knew the deal and walked out I was two
Get slammed in the dirt, and earth plate shaked
You ain't hurricanes, you breath on birthday cake

See some more fags, choke 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 on my website

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
let off one in the crowds, they all hits

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

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

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

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