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
Motha
born serial murderers
mass murderin muderers
bitch, come and your maker
J--
Im scary Michael Jaskson up close
I like diggin up bodies
look at me Im
my Violent J but you can call me syphillis
gonorrhea the clap i infected this rap
you wanna know if i could ever kill
well thats like Charlie Manson if he's ever been in jail
I family, friends, myself
what, yeah, I'd kill myself if I could only
I tried to kill Rob Van Winkle, in fact how we met
I went up to kill him and he was thinkin the same
I pulled out a chainsaw, he out and ax
I was like come-on, wait is that a Stanley, 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 killas
the world most hated rapper
and the hated group together like woooo!

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

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

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

Disrespect me I'll run in your
like steam stout
break both arms, gun in your mouth
knock your out with the nose of the fifth
bullets bust through the back of your ya die swift
fuckin wit tha clan, what you say
we kill niggas the KKK
shoot you with an SK or a AK bitch you gonna die way
I'm a monster thoroughbred gun holding
cross me bet you'll be dead
you at a show while you're chilling with your ho
and crack your with a bottle of Mo
I'm a Sing-Sing
gun captain
home of the original gun clapping
gats get brung, get done
sons lose and mothers lose sons
I'm a

mass
born killas
im not around
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 horrible to be buried
the darkness they shuffle eyes glazed with death
hands for blood!

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