Luyện nghe bài hát Get Ya Wicked On

I punch in their fake titties, he does
I got warrants in like eight cities, he
I like to those provokin', he does
I swing quick and leave a motherfucker's hangin' open

I the blood of a street rat, he does
Yo, Boogie,where tha weed at?
I got eighteen plus
With a plus two dagger from the of Horrors, D and D

We cave in wit a brick, we do
We hotties with tha same dick, we do
We eat lines and generators, we do
One time we shut Detroit off for like eleven hours

We the wickedest that, we do
Wonder-Bra can see that, shit he do
We'll rip your off and swing it by the hair
Until we get blood everywhere, motherfucker getcha on

We know you who we are but even in Shangri-La
A wicked clown gotta get wicked on
JD the Weed Man with the Crip Walk

We know you hate who we are but in Shangri-la
A wicked gotta get their wicked on

I'll drive a tank your high school, he does
I let the Carnival high rule, he
I get sick like a story, he does
Motherfucker tha Southwest Side ghetto territory

I can make a fist with neck in it, he can
I need my medication twenty minutes, he does
I store dead bodies all up under my
And every night I hear 'em runnin' their mouth, they gettin' on me

Day days on my hearse, we do
Clown Juggalos first, they do
Red and skullcaps everywhere
With tha fresh face paint and the hair

We find at the graveyard, we do
Me and the Wraith sit and cards, we do
So move out of the way and get out of my
Or we'll saw head in half, motherfucker