Luyện nghe bài hát Lunatics In The Grass

Straight from the Psycho
again

Verse B-Real

Psycho from the ward, a warning, a fucking
Lookin' around, paranoid devoid the funk
In the combat, the banana control
A sea, bring a of weed and get sold
You crazy, can't understand
Why you never face me? Don't the plan!
combat, I'm on that mission
You wishin' to disappear? mission is closin' near!
Sick-o!
Strumming the hall, yes y'all!
the call to the D.A., fucking D-E-A
They all raid my spot and take hits
But I'm breakin' that L.A. Law like Sprits
Insane, in the head it's lead!
I'm loco, 'til I'm dead, said!
Actions allowing the to barrage in
From having all the way down, to the of Hell
You hear me? Lunatic in the grass,
You a psycho, my nigga Jack Frost?

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

Two: Jacken

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

Three: B-Real

I'm the pocus, tell me how you feel
When I smoke that motherfucker for the kill!
If the criminal element,
But the reckoning, brings settling with the shit
out the .45 sick, to get live
If you arrive, don't get nervous! You surface
Sick, in the brain, I'm trippin'!
I'm sippin' on the wine, all in the mind, flippin'
We dippin' now, you me wanna shout
Talk about, my state
Think I to rehabilitate
Wipe the slate, look inside your fate, wait
But don't you can't come in the gate!
Get your ass on, you pass on, we on
The gats armed, on the last one, c'mon!
Psycho assassins your membrane
Lunatics in the grass, it to your vein!

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