Luyện nghe bài hát Insane Killas

Shaggy 2
Violent J, Shaggy, Clown Posse, baby what
from New to L.A.
Chile to Greece
from New to your momma
we absolutly no fucks
Motha
natural serial murderers
mass mothafuckin murderin
bitch, and meet your maker
J--
Im scary like Jaskson up close
I like diggin up dead
look at me Im
my name's Violent J but you can me syphillis
the clap cause i infected this rap
you wanna know if i could 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 tried to 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 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
at us natural killas
the world most 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
bitch
Ill pick ur motherfuckin 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 bring hocus pocus
you're away
like the last days of the loafers
I'm the redneck in the
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 bombs
I spit homicides like major cities at
while zipping bodies in the dungeon like the at GM
ice mixed blood is the killers milkshake
here with the clowns the underground it's a lyrical deathbreak

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

Disrespect me run in your house
like puffin stout
both your arms, gun in your mouth
knock your teeth out with the of the fifth
bullets bust through the back of your head ya die
fuckin wit tha clan, what you say
we kill like the KKK
shoot you with an SK or a AK you gonna die either way
I'm a monster thoroughbred gun weed-head
cross me bet tomorrow you'll be
catch you at a show you're chilling with your ho
and crack skull with a bottle of Mo
I'm a Sing-Sing
gun groove
brooklyn home of the original gun
gats get brung, niggas get
sons lose and mothers lose sons
I'm a

mass
natural killas
im not fuckin
icky ya ya
icky ya ya
mass
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 horrible to be buried
from the darkness they shuffle eyes glazed death
clawing for blood!

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