Luyện nghe bài hát Lunatics In The Grass

Straight the Psycho Ward
Once

One: B-Real

Psycho from the ward, a warning, a fucking
around, paranoid devoid the funk banner
In the combat, the banana control
A sea, bring a pound of and get sold
You going crazy, can't
Why you never face me? foil the plan!
Head-to-head combat, I'm on mission
You wishin' to Some mission is closin' near!
Sick-o!
Strumming the hall, yes y'all!
the call to the D.A., fucking D-E-A
They all wanna raid my spot and take
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!
allowing the words 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 Frost?

Looney, lunatic turned
Psycho, in the head, I go
keep my head straight from the laws I break
You too, y'all twistin' up my state!

Verse Two:

For those who really understand
Why we, going insane, acting crazy!
Buggin' now from, all the I see
All tread bad and I in 3D
We be the doers, turned killers
to survive all these street cop killers
I'll tell ya now, everlasting
Even if you try, but you laugh it be subtracting
It ain't no but mad
You better give it up, you steppin' to a
over, I'm intoxicated, never sober
When one up, I'm poisonous like a deadly cobra!
The only why I say this
Is y'all breakin' this (?) got me tripping
One can maintain, for so long
'Til all the in your head are loose and worn
Now you're the (?) straight psycho remain
Only known crazy acts, making you famous

Verse B-Real

I'm the pocus, tell me how you feel
When I that motherfucker coming for the kill!
If the criminal element,
But the reckoning, brings settling the metal shit
Breaking out the .45 sick, to get
If you arrive, don't get nervous! You wanna
Sick, in the brain, I'm trippin'!
I'm on the wine, it's all in the mind, flippin'
We dippin' now, you make me shout
Talk about, my mental
I need 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, shitted on the one, c'mon!
Psycho assassins smashing your
Lunatics in the grass, feeding it to vein!

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