Luyện nghe bài hát Lunatics In The Grass

Straight from the Ward
again

Verse One:

Psycho the ward, a warning, a fucking scandal
around, paranoid devoid the funk banner
In the combat, the banana control
A sea, bring a pound of weed and get
You going crazy, can't
Why you never face me? Don't the plan!
combat, I'm on that mission
You wishin' to Some 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' L.A. Law like Jimmy Sprits
Insane, in the head it's lead!
I'm loco, 'til I'm dead, said!
Actions allowing the to barrage in
having all the way down, to the depths of Hell
You me? Lunatic in the grass, lost
You a psycho, my nigga Jack Frost?

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

Verse Jacken

For those who really don't
Why we, insane, just acting crazy!
Buggin' now from, all the 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
if you try, but you laugh it won't be subtracting
It no thing but mad
You better give it up, you steppin' to a
Game over, I'm intoxicated, never
When one steps up, I'm poisonous like a 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 (?) straight psycho remain
Only known from acts, making you famous

Verse Three:

I'm the pocus, tell me how you feel
When I smoke that coming for the kill!
If the criminal element,
But the reckoning, brings settling the metal 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 now, you make me wanna shout
Talk about, my mental
I need to rehabilitate
Wipe the slate, inside your fate, can't wait
But don't you motherfuckers come in the gate!
Get your ass on, you pass on, we on
The armed, shitted on the last one, c'mon!
Psycho assassins smashing membrane
in the grass, feeding it to your vein!

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