Luyện nghe bài hát Insane Killas

Shaggy 2
Violent J, Shaggy, Clown Posse, baby what
New York to L.A.
from Chile to
New Ghandi to your momma
we gives absolutly no
fucka
natural born serial
mass mothafuckin muderers
bitch, come and meet maker
J--
Im like Michael Jaskson up close
I diggin up dead bodies
look at me Im
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 askin Charlie Manson if he's ever been in
I family, friends, myself
what, yeah, I'd myself 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 pulled out a chainsaw, he out and ax
I was like come-on, wait is a Stanley, where'd u get that
it's and to murder, you gotta have it in you
it's like a dick all up in you, I wouldn't now
look at us natural
the world playa hated rapper
and the hated group together like woooo!

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

This aint no witch
beware
Ill pick ur brain with an icepick
me
the V I C E
well heres my
Im outta
rap ya know my flow is ferocious
last survivor with a full of cockroaches
I this hocus pocus
flying away
like the days of the motherfuckin loafers
I'm the in the moshpit
2 axes in handy
to answer Violent J, ya right its a stanley
in the of the dark with darkman like spawn
in the dash blazin it up with bombs
I spit homicides like cities at 11PM
zipping bodies in the dungeon like the line at GM
ice mixed with blood is the milkshake
here with the from the underground it's a lyrical deathbreak

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

Disrespect me run in your house
like puffin steam
both your arms, gun in your mouth
knock teeth 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 niggas the KKK
you with 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 while you're chilling with ho
and crack your skull with a of Mo
I'm a Sing-Sing
gun groove
brooklyn home of the original gun
get brung, niggas get done
sons fathers and mothers lose sons
I'm a

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

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