Luyện nghe bài hát Lunatics In The Grass

Straight from the Psycho
Once

Verse B-Real

Psycho the ward, a warning, a fucking scandal
Lookin' around, paranoid devoid the banner
In the combat, the banana control
A sea, bring a of weed and get sold
You going crazy, understand
Why you never face me? 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 call to the D.A., fucking
They all wanna raid my spot and 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
From having all the way down, to the of Hell
You hear me? in the grass, lost
You a psycho, like my nigga Jack

Looney, lunatic 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 Jacken

For who really don't understand
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
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 ain't no but mad
You better give it up, you to a psychopath
Game over, I'm intoxicated, never
one steps up, I'm poisonous like a deadly cobra!
The only reason why I say
Is because y'all breakin' (?) got me tripping
One can maintain, for so long
'Til all the screws in your head are loose and
Now you're the (?) psycho remain nameless
known from crazy acts, making you famous

Verse Three:

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 with the metal 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 on the wine, it's all in the mind, flippin'
We dippin' now, you me wanna shout
about, my mental state
Think I need to
Wipe the slate, inside your fate, can't wait
But don't you motherfuckers can't in the gate!
Get your ass on, you pass on, we on
The gats armed, on the last one, c'mon!
Psycho smashing your membrane
Lunatics in the grass, feeding it to vein!

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