Luyện nghe bài hát Get Ya Wicked On

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

I drink the of a street rat, he does
Yo, Boogie,where tha weed at?
I got eighteen speed
a plus two dagger from the Tomb 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 City off for eleven hours

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

We know you hate who we are but in Shangri-La
A wicked gotta get their wicked on
JD the Weed Man with the Juggalo Crip

We know you who we are but even in Shangri-la
A wicked clown gotta get their 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 this tha Southwest ghetto territory

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

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

We peace at the graveyard, we do
Me and the sit and play cards, we do
So move out of the way and get out of my
Or saw your head in half, motherfucker