Luyện nghe bài hát Lunatics In The Grass

Straight the Psycho Ward
again

Verse B-Real

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

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

Verse Two:

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 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 like a cobra!
The reason why I say this
Is because y'all breakin' (?) got me tripping
One can maintain, for so long
all the screws in your head are loose and worn
Now you're the (?) straight psycho remain
Only known from acts, making you famous

Verse B-Real

I'm the locust pocus, me how you feel
When I smoke that motherfucker for the kill!
If the element, unfolding
But the reckoning, brings with 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
about, my mental state
Think I need to
Wipe the slate, look inside your fate, can't
But don't you motherfuckers come in the gate!
Get your ass on, you 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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