Luyện nghe bài hát Lunatics In The Grass

Straight from the Psycho
again

Verse One:

Psycho from the ward, a warning, a fucking
Lookin' around, paranoid the funk banner
In the combat, the leaf control
A sea, a pound of weed and get sold
You going crazy, understand
Why you face me? Don't foil the plan!
combat, I'm on that mission
You wishin' to disappear? mission is closin' near!
Sick-o!
through the hall, yes y'all!
Hear the call to the D.A., D-E-A
They all wanna raid my and take hits
But I'm breakin' that L.A. Law like Sprits
Insane, crazy in the head lead!
I'm loco, I'm dead, enough said!
allowing the words to barrage in
From having all the way down, to the depths of
You hear me? Lunatic in the grass,
You a psycho, like my nigga Jack

Looney, turned sick
Psycho, in the head, I go
Can't keep my head straight from the laws I
You too, twistin' up my mind state!

Two: Jacken

For who really don't understand
Why we, insane, just acting crazy!
now from, all the things I see
All bad and I meant in 3D
We be the psycho doers, killers
Only to all these street cop killers
I'll tell ya now, nobody's
Even if you try, but you it won't be subtracting
It ain't no but mad
You give it up, you steppin' to a psychopath
Game over, I'm intoxicated, sober
When one steps up, I'm poisonous a deadly cobra!
The reason why I say this
Is because breakin' this (?) got me tripping
One can only maintain, for so
'Til all the screws in your head are loose and
Now you're the (?) psycho remain nameless
known from crazy acts, making you famous

Verse B-Real

I'm the locust pocus, tell me how you
When I smoke that coming for the kill!
If the criminal element,
But the reckoning, settling with the metal shit
Breaking out the .45 sick, to get
If you arrive, don't get nervous! You surface
Sick, in the brain, I'm trippin'!
I'm sippin' on the wine, it's all in the mind,
We now, you make me wanna shout
about, my mental state
Think I to rehabilitate
Wipe the slate, look inside fate, can't wait
But don't you can't come in the gate!
Get your ass on, you on, we blast on
The armed, shitted on the last one, c'mon!
assassins smashing your membrane
Lunatics in the grass, feeding it to vein!

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