Luyện nghe bài hát Insane Killas

Shaggy 2
Violent J, Shaggy, Insane Clown Posse, baby
New York to L.A.
from Chile to
New Ghandi to your momma
we gives no fucks
Motha
natural serial murderers
mothafuckin murderin muderers
bitch, come and meet maker
J--
Im scary like Michael Jaskson up
I diggin up dead bodies
at me Im gross
my name's Violent J but you can call me
gonorrhea the clap cause i this rap
you wanna know if i could ever somebody
thats like askin Charlie Manson if he's ever been in jail
I kill family, friends,
what, yeah, I'd kill if I could only survive
I tried to kill Rob Van Winkle, in fact how we met
I went up to him and he was thinkin the same shit
I out a chainsaw, he pulled out and ax
I was like come-on, is that a Stanley, where'd u get that
it's natural and to murder, you gotta it in you
it's like a dick all up in you, although I now
look at us natural
the most playa hated rapper
and the most group together like woooo!

mass
natural born
im not fuckin
icky ya ya
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mass
natural killas
im not fuckin
icky ya ya
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This aint no blair
bitch
Ill ur motherfuckin brain with an icepick
me
the V I C E
well my trilogy
Im outta
rap ya know my flow is ferocious
last survivor a mouth full of cockroaches
I this hocus pocus
you're flying
like the last days of the loafers
I'm the redneck in the
2 come in handy
to answer J, ya damn right its a stanley
in the shadows of the dark darkman like spawn
in the dash it up with explosive bombs
I spit homicides like major at 11PM
while zipping bodies in the dungeon like the at GM
ice mixed blood is the killers milkshake
here with the clowns from the underground a lyrical deathbreak

mass
born killas
im not fuckin
icky ya ya
icky ya ya
mass
born killas
im not fuckin
icky ya ya
icky ya ya

Disrespect me I'll run in house
like steam stout
break both your arms, gun in your
knock your teeth out with the nose of the
bullets through the back of your head ya die swift
fuckin wit tha clan, watch you say
we kill niggas the KKK
shoot you with an SK or a AK bitch you die either way
I'm a thoroughbred gun holding weed-head
cross me bet tomorrow you'll be
catch you at a show while you're with your ho
and crack your with a bottle of Mo
I'm a Sing-Sing
gun groove
brooklyn home of the original gun
gats get brung, niggas get
sons lose fathers and mothers lose
I'm a

mass
natural killas
im not fuckin
icky ya ya
icky ya ya
mass
natural born
im not around
icky ya ya
icky ya ya
(Screams)
OVERDUB: To die is a fate must come to us all
But how horrible to be alive
the darkness they shuffle eyes glazed with death
hands for blood!

mass
natural killas
im not fuckin
icky ya ya
icky ya ya
mass
natural born
im not fuckin
icky ya ya
icky ya ya