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

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

Come and play me!
(Even if it means death)
and play, You hated me!
(My swings right to left)
You bitches and see!
(I'll be a juggalo till' my last breathe)
And you to see!
(These men upon 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 I've been a I wouldn't change a day,
I'm saying quit playing,
Imma you how its laying,
See me in the streets,
Psychopathic Just Swaying,
Anybody Killa so it 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,
shots in the sky and shoot the sun out,
And keep busting the clip until every one out,
Erasing all the drama this world brings,
Moon light shines bright on dreams,
away from a killa,
WIth a gat 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 till' my last breathe)
And you to see!
(These men upon out chests)
Come and with me..

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

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

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

By: Billy Decker