Luyện nghe bài hát Lunatics In The Grass

Straight from the Psycho
again

Verse One:

Psycho from the ward, a warning, a scandal
Lookin' around, paranoid devoid the banner
In the combat, the leaf control
A sea, bring a pound of and get sold
You going crazy, understand
Why you never face me? Don't the plan!
Head-to-head combat, I'm on mission
You wishin' to disappear? Some mission is near!
Sick-o!
Strumming the hall, yes y'all!
the call to the D.A., fucking D-E-A
They all wanna raid my and take hits
But I'm breakin' that L.A. Law Jimmy Sprits
Insane, crazy in the it's 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 me? Lunatic in the grass, lost
You a psycho, like my Jack Frost?

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

Verse Two:

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

Verse B-Real

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

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