Luyện nghe bài hát Lunatics In The Grass

Straight from the Psycho
Once

One: B-Real

Psycho from the ward, a warning, a scandal
Lookin' around, paranoid devoid the funk
In the combat, the banana control
A sea, bring a pound of weed and get
You going crazy, understand
Why you face me? Don't foil the plan!
Head-to-head combat, I'm on mission
You wishin' to disappear? Some mission is near!
Sick-o!
through the hall, yes y'all!
Hear the to the D.A., fucking D-E-A
They all wanna raid my spot and hits
But I'm breakin' L.A. Law like Jimmy Sprits
Insane, crazy in the it's lead!
I'm loco, 'til I'm dead, said!
allowing the words to barrage in
From having all the way down, to the depths of
You hear me? in the grass, lost
You a psycho, like my Jack Frost?

Looney, lunatic turned
Psycho, in the head, I go
keep my head straight from the laws I break
You too, y'all twistin' up my state!

Verse Jacken

For those who really don't
Why we, going insane, just crazy!
Buggin' now from, all the I see
All tread bad and I in 3D
We be the psycho doers, turned
Only to survive all street cop killers
I'll tell ya now, everlasting
Even if you try, but you laugh it be subtracting
It no thing but mad
You better give it up, you to a psychopath
Game over, I'm intoxicated, sober
When one up, I'm poisonous like a deadly cobra!
The only reason why I say
Is y'all breakin' this (?) got me tripping
One can maintain, for so long
'Til all the screws in your head are loose and
Now you're the (?) straight remain nameless
Only known from crazy acts, you famous

Verse B-Real

I'm the locust pocus, me how you feel
When I smoke that motherfucker for the kill!
If the element, unfolding
But the reckoning, brings settling with the shit
out the .45 sick, to get live
If you arrive, get nervous! You wanna surface
Sick, in the brain, I'm trippin'!
I'm on the wine, it's all in the mind, flippin'
We dippin' now, you 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 gats armed, shitted on the one, c'mon!
Psycho assassins your membrane
in the grass, feeding it to your vein!

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