Luyện nghe bài hát Come Out To Play (w/Jamie Madrox)

[Anybody ]
Where you at mother
Heard you talking shit,
But I come around its like you seen to forget,
your mouth you little hoe before I scalp your lip,
In other you'd be a dead little punk ass bitch,
I won't forget you everytime I'm pissing over grave,
Or I'm slanging peyote in hoods that you once claimed,
Learn about the tribe dissing cause we all ain't the same,
steady swinging as I'm dancing for rain,
So and , play with me,
At least until the sky gray,
Shooting off my aarows like ,
Amazing situations four of man,
the wickid nation,
Undergrouns level,
it's course,
Keeping you shady scared to come up off your porch so come and,
Hang me,
you blaming me,
Because the hydro keeps changing me.

Come and play me!
(Even if it your death)
and play, You hated me!
(My swings right to left)
You wait and see!
(I'll be a juggalo my very last breathe)
And you to see!
(These hatchet men out chests)
Come and with me..

Warriors out and play,
are straight,
I'm A-B-K!
I'd rather be dead then away,
All my life been a scrub I wouldn't change a day,
What I'm quit playing,
Imma you how its laying,
See me in the streets,
Psychopathic Just Swaying,
Killa so it ain't no delaying,
Dead bodies 6 in the ground decaying,
When I come out with the serial on my gun out,
The war paint on my face will make you run out,
Bust shots in the sky and the sun out,
And keep busting the clip every last one out,
Erasing all the drama that this brings,
Moon shines bright on shattered dreams,
Keep from a killa,
a gat that feinds,
And get own fucking bullshit schemes.

Come and with me!
(Even if it means death)
and play, You hated me!
(My tomahawk right to left)
You wait and see!
(I'll be a juggalo my very last breathe)
And you to see!
(These hatchet men out chests)
and play with me..

[Jamie ]
Twiztid, Madrox, And The A-B-K,
automatic weapons from renegade and Bombay,
Fuck and them fake ass pimps,
We the in the water,
popcorn shrimps,
So you can eat my sauce and ass,
Throw an in the air, when we walk past,
fast,
You can be a hater alot to say,
But you talking from the so come out and play..

Come and with me!
(Even if it your death)
and play, You hated me!
(My swings right to left)
You bitches and see!
(I'll be a till' my very last breathe)
And you to see!
(These hatchet men out chests)
Come and with me..

and play with me!
(Even if it your death)
Come and play, You me!
(My tomahawk swings to left)
You bitches and see!
(I'll be a till' my very last breathe)
And you to see!
(These men upon out chests)
and play with me..

These up on our chest...
These up on our chest..
hatchetmen up on our chest...
These up on our chest..

Lyrics By: Billy