Luyện nghe bài hát Lunatics In The Grass

Straight from the Ward
Once

One: B-Real

Psycho from the ward, a warning, a scandal
Lookin' around, paranoid the funk banner
In the combat, the banana leaf
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? Some mission is near!
Sick-o!
Strumming the hall, yes y'all!
Hear the call to the D.A., fucking
They all wanna raid my spot and take
But I'm that L.A. Law like Jimmy Sprits
Insane, crazy in the it's lead!
I'm loco, 'til I'm dead, said!
Actions allowing the to barrage in
From all the way down, to the depths of Hell
You hear me? Lunatic in the grass,
You a psycho, like my Jack Frost?

Looney, lunatic sick
Psycho, in the head, I go
Can't keep my head straight the laws I break
You too, y'all twistin' up my state!

Verse Jacken

For those who really don't
Why we, going insane, acting crazy!
now from, all the things I see
All tread bad and I in 3D
We be the psycho doers, killers
Only to survive all these cop killers
I'll tell ya now, nobody's
Even if you try, but you it won't be subtracting
It no thing but mad
You better it up, you steppin' to a psychopath
Game over, I'm intoxicated, never
one steps up, I'm poisonous like a deadly cobra!
The reason why I say this
Is because y'all breakin' (?) got me tripping
One can only maintain, for so
'Til all the screws in your are loose and worn
Now you're the (?) straight psycho nameless
Only known from crazy acts, you famous

Verse B-Real

I'm the pocus, tell me how you feel
When I that motherfucker coming for the kill!
If the element, unfolding
But the reckoning, brings settling with the shit
Breaking out the .45 sick, to get
If you arrive, get nervous! You wanna surface
Sick, in the brain, I'm trippin'!
I'm sippin' on the wine, all in the mind, flippin'
We dippin' now, you make me shout
Talk about, my mental
I need to rehabilitate
Wipe the slate, look 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 smashing your membrane
in the grass, feeding it to your vein!

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