Luyện nghe bài hát Get Ya Wicked On

I punch bitches in their fake titties, he
I got in like eight cities, he does
I like to those provokin', he does
I swing and leave a motherfucker's throat 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 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 power and generators, we do
One time we shut City off for like eleven hours

We the believe 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 wicked on

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

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

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

I can make a with your 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 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 face paint and the Twiztid

We peace 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 your in half, motherfucker