Luyện nghe bài hát Insane Killas

Shaggy 2
J, Shaggy, Insane Clown Posse, baby what
from New to L.A.
from to Greece
New Ghandi to your momma
we gives absolutly no
Motha
natural born serial
mass mothafuckin muderers
bitch, come and meet maker
J--
Im scary like Michael Jaskson up
I like diggin up dead
look at me Im
my name's Violent J but you can me syphillis
gonorrhea the clap cause i this rap
you wanna know if i could ever kill
well thats askin Charlie Manson if he's ever been in jail
I family, friends, myself
what, yeah, I'd kill myself if I could only
I tried to kill Rob Van Winkle, in fact how we met
I went up to kill him and he was thinkin the shit
I out a chainsaw, he pulled out and ax
I was like come-on, wait is that a Stanley, where'd u get
natural and to murder, you gotta have it in you
it's a dick all up in you, although I wouldn't now
look at us natural
the most playa hated rapper
and the most hated group together woooo!

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

This no blair witch
beware
Ill pick ur motherfuckin brain with an
me
the V I C E
well heres my
Im outta
rap cujo ya my flow is ferocious
last survivor with a mouth full of
I bring this hocus
flying away
like the last days of the motherfuckin
I'm the in the moshpit
2 come in handy
to Violent J, ya damn right its a stanley
in the shadows of the dark with darkman like
in the dash blazin it up with explosive
I homicides like major cities at 11PM
zipping bodies in the dungeon like the line at GM
ice with blood is the killers milkshake
here with the from the underground it's a lyrical deathbreak

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

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

mass
born killas
im not around
icky ya ya
icky ya ya
murders
natural killas
im not fuckin
icky ya ya
icky ya ya
(Screams)
To die is a fate that must come to us all
But how to be buried alive
from the darkness they eyes glazed with death
clawing for blood!

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