Luyện nghe bài hát Insane Killas

Shaggy 2
Violent J, Shaggy, Insane Clown Posse, what
New York to L.A.
from Chile to
from New to your momma
we gives absolutly no
Motha
natural born serial
mass mothafuckin muderers
bitch, and meet your maker
J--
Im like Michael 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 infected rap
you wanna if i could ever kill somebody
well thats like askin Charlie Manson if he's been in jail
I kill family, friends,
what, yeah, I'd kill if I could only survive
I to kill Rob Van Winkle, in fact thats how we met
I went up to kill him and he was thinkin the same
I out a chainsaw, he pulled out and ax
I was come-on, wait is that a Stanley, where'd u get that
natural and to murder, you gotta have it in you
it's like a dick all up in you, although I now
at us natural killas
the most playa hated rapper
and the most hated together like woooo!

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

This no blair witch
beware
Ill ur motherfuckin brain with an icepick
me
the V I C E
well heres my
Im captivity
rap cujo ya know my flow is
last with a mouth full of cockroaches
I this hocus pocus
flying away
like the last of the motherfuckin loafers
I'm the in the moshpit
2 come in handy
to answer J, ya damn right its a stanley
in the shadows of the dark with darkman spawn
in the dash blazin it up explosive bombs
I homicides like major cities at 11PM
while zipping bodies in the like the line at GM
ice mixed with blood is the milkshake
here with the clowns from the underground it's a lyrical

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

Disrespect me run in your house
puffin steam stout
break both your arms, gun in mouth
knock your out with the nose of the fifth
bullets bust the back of your 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 monster thoroughbred gun 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 gun clapping
get brung, niggas get done
sons fathers and mothers lose sons
I'm a

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

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