Luyện nghe bài hát Insane Killas

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

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

This aint no blair
beware
Ill pick ur motherfuckin with an icepick
me
the V I C E
well heres my
Im outta
rap cujo ya know my flow is
last survivor with a mouth of cockroaches
I this hocus pocus
you're flying
the last days of the motherfuckin loafers
I'm the redneck in the
2 axes come in
to answer Violent J, ya right its a stanley
in the shadows of the dark darkman like spawn
in the blazin it up with explosive bombs
I spit homicides major cities at 11PM
while zipping bodies in the dungeon like the at GM
ice mixed with blood is the killers
here with the clowns from the underground it's a lyrical

mass
natural killas
im not around
icky ya ya
icky ya ya
mass
born killas
im not around
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 out with the nose of the fifth
bullets through the back of your head ya die swift
fuckin wit tha clan, watch you say
we kill like the KKK
shoot you an SK or a AK bitch you gonna die either way
I'm a monster gun holding weed-head
me bet tomorrow you'll be dead
catch you at a show you're chilling with your ho
and crack your skull with a of Mo
I'm a killer
gun groove
brooklyn home of the original gun
get brung, niggas get done
sons lose and mothers lose sons
I'm a

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

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