Luyện nghe bài hát Born Without a Konscience

[Mr.
Whats up mothafuckas, Mr. back up in this bitch
For that 6 1 triple 9 the beyond entertainment way
Now album is dedikated to the mentlely sick
But this track defines my state of

I was born with out a I love violence
I bring the silence when my strap does the
I hear and see the lights flashin
A tradgedy the neighborhood attraction

[Mr.
I was born without no heart that a look at all my
Every 51 50 of the guilty
Filthy like my records I'm the
Light the torch so I kan blow these bitches up as I the
Flame Jane Mary me visualizin scarynes
Me and my lady blowing up my hood gasoline
Skream for your mother kry for father
man slaughter while I burn your older brother
One after another kause I don't a mad fuck
Mutalate his mut and him eat his doggy nuts
Guts spilled as I unfold and reveal
those who tryest and up stiff under a hill
Now feel needle pokes penetrating inyour
Your eyes are getting watery I to torture wanna be's
All of these fake mothafuckas here in of me
be lynched and krusified in front of their families

2x

[Mr.
As I'm head bashing all these petty minded fools
I got 3 now which one should I use
I a switch blade for the bitch made
A gernade for the krusade and a 38 when I envade
I'm making kritical not fuckin miracles
Kould stop the lyrical from getting
I'm known to be a
You run for your life or be the next one
To feel the burnin tefflon your be having their vests on
Your get rest with the rest of all these skeletons
Never open doors if you don't know what you're enterin
Renderin your limbs fuck konfessin all your
If you did it don't admit it fuck the it's biz
Is it towards the streets that make me put one in the chamber
Judges say that I'm insane so now you know life's in danger
Every night I'm on the prowl, huntin for Owl
When I spot him I'ma slap my fuckin out of his mouth

2x

[Mr.
As I read the bible backwards kasting on these bastards
Wait, who be the of disaster when I blast em
It's it from westside 619
Where mothafuckas acid and splash it in your eye
Don't kry, tie the rope around your neck and shut the up
Alot of people say you shit your pants when walked up
You heard it through the grape vine, my state of
Was at it's peak I shot the fuck the klutch and Iron Sheik
As I speak you're gettin weak, I'm like a tweaker on a down
While you klaim my you get no respect in Woptown
Now bow down a show down
As a koward gettin beat down
On the mic or on the streets I'm your mouth with metal kleets
Bloody kover your korpse as the mortican goes to work now
how that Owl has to feel some fuckin pain now
Show em how done as I inhalen propane
Watch me and my women skrew the mentely

2x

[Mr (Speakin)
51 50 dangerous maniac
Is the doctors and judges labled me
Now sit get high
And out the way of the krazy
And that's with a K partner
First get shit straight
And look in the mirror
And ask yourself if you were born a konscience
And if you weren't then bring the to your enemies
Trun all into memeroies
Smoke marijuiana and laugh as you
Them take their breath
Then death arrives when services are needed
Ha Ha Ha Ha I was born a konscience
Kan you mothafuckas blame me me]