Luyện nghe bài hát Get Ya Wicked On

I punch in their fake titties, he does
I got in like eight cities, he does
I like to murder those provokin', he
I quick 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 plus
With a plus two dagger the Tomb of Horrors, D and D

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

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

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

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

I'll drive a tank through high school, he does
I let the Carnival high rule, he
I get sick a crime story, he does
Motherfucker this tha Southwest ghetto territory

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

Day days on my hearse, we do
Clown love Juggalos first, do
Red and black skullcaps
With tha fresh face paint and the 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 we'll saw your in half, motherfucker