Luyện nghe bài hát Insane Killers

Violent J, Shaggy, Insane Posse, baby, what?
From New York to L.A., Chile to Greece
From New Ghandi to momma
We absolutely no fucks, motha fucka

Natural serial murderers
mothafuckin' murderin' murderers
Bitch, come and meet maker

I'm like Michael Jackson up close
I like up dead bodies, look at me I'm gross
My name's Violent J but you can call me
the clap 'cause I infected this rap

You wanna know if I could kill somebody
Well, that's like askin' Charlie Manson if he's ever in jail
I kill family, friends, myself,
Yeah, I'd kill myself if I could only

I tried to Rob Van Winkle, in fact that's how we met
I went up to kill him and he was the same shit
I out a chainsaw, he pulled out and axe
I was like, "Come on, wait, is that a Stanley? Where'd you get

natural 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 most group together like woo

murders, natural born killas
I'm not around
Icky, icky, ya, ya, icky, icky, ya, ya
Mass murders, born killas
I'm not fuckin'
Icky, icky, ya, ya, icky, icky, ya, ya

This ain't no witch, beware bitch
I'll pick your brain with an icepick
me, the V I C E
Well, here's my trilogy, I'm outta

Rap Cujo, ya know my flow is
Last survivor with a mouth full of
I bring this hocus pocus, flying away
Like the days of the motherfuckin' loafers

I'm the in the moshpit, two axes come in handy
To answer J, ya damn right it's a Stanley
In the of the dark with Darkman like Spawn
In the dash blazin' it up with bombs

I spit like major cities at 11PM
While 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 death break

Mass murders, born killas
I'm not fuckin'
Icky, icky, ya, ya, icky, icky, ya, ya
Mass murders, natural born
I'm not around
Icky, icky, ya, ya, icky, icky, ya, ya

Disrespect me, run in your house
Like puffin' steam
Break both arms, gun in your mouth
your 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, beep, lame lyric
you with an SK or a AK
Bitch, you die either way

I'm a thoroughbred gun holding weed-head
Cross me bet tomorrow be dead
Catch you at a while you're chillin' with your ho
And crack your skull with a of Mo

I'm a Sing-Sing killer gun groove
Brooklyn home of the original gun
get brung, niggas get done
Sons lose fathers and mothers lose sons, I'm a

Mass murders, natural killas
I'm not fuckin'
Icky, icky, ya, ya, icky, icky, ya, ya
Mass murders, natural killas
I'm not around
Icky, icky, ya, ya, icky, icky, ya, ya

To die is a fate that come to us all
But how to be buried alive
From the darkness they eyes glazed with death
clawing for blood

Mass murders, natural killas
I'm not fuckin'
Icky, icky, ya, ya, icky, icky, ya, ya
Mass murders, natural born
I'm not fuckin'
Icky, icky, ya, ya, icky, icky, ya, ya

murders, natural born killas
Icky, icky, ya, ya, icky, icky, ya, ya
Mass murders, natural killas