Luyện nghe bài hát Insane Killas

Shaggy 2
Violent J, Shaggy, Insane Clown Posse, baby
from New to L.A.
Chile to Greece
from New to your momma
we gives no fucks
Motha
natural born serial
mass mothafuckin murderin
bitch, and meet your maker
J--
Im scary like Jaskson up close
I like diggin up dead
at me Im gross
my name's J but you can call me syphillis
gonorrhea the clap cause i this rap
you wanna if i could ever kill somebody
well thats like Charlie Manson if he's ever been in jail
I family, friends, myself
what, yeah, I'd kill if I could only survive
I to kill Rob Van Winkle, in fact thats how we met
I up to kill 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 all up in you, although I wouldn't now
at us natural killas
the most playa hated rapper
and the most hated group together woooo!

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

This aint no witch
bitch
Ill pick ur motherfuckin 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 bring hocus pocus
you're away
like the days of the motherfuckin loafers
I'm the in the moshpit
2 axes come in
to Violent J, ya damn right its a stanley
in the shadows of the with darkman like spawn
in the dash blazin it up with explosive
I spit homicides like major cities at
while bodies in the dungeon like the line at GM
ice mixed with is the killers milkshake
here with the clowns the underground it's a lyrical deathbreak

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

Disrespect me run in your house
puffin steam stout
break both your arms, gun in mouth
knock your teeth out with the nose of the
bullets bust through the back of head ya die swift
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 skull with a bottle of Mo
I'm a killer
gun captain
home of the original gun clapping
gats get brung, get done
sons lose fathers and mothers lose
I'm a

mass
natural killas
im not fuckin
icky ya ya
icky ya ya
murders
natural killas
im not around
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 shuffle eyes glazed death
hands for blood!

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