Luyện nghe bài hát Lunatics In The Grass

Straight the Psycho Ward
Once

Verse One:

Psycho from the ward, a warning, a scandal
Lookin' around, paranoid the funk banner
In the combat, the banana leaf
A sea, bring a of weed and get sold
You going crazy, understand
Why you never me? Don't foil the plan!
Head-to-head combat, I'm on mission
You to disappear? Some mission is closin' near!
Sick-o!
through the hall, yes y'all!
Hear the call to the D.A., fucking
all wanna raid my spot and take hits
But I'm breakin' that L.A. Law like Sprits
Insane, crazy in the it's lead!
I'm loco, 'til I'm dead, said!
Actions allowing the to barrage in
having 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 turned
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 don't understand
Why we, insane, just acting crazy!
Buggin' now from, all the I see
All tread bad and I in 3D
We be the psycho doers, turned
Only to survive all these street cop
I'll tell ya now, nobody's
Even if you try, but you laugh it be subtracting
It no thing but mad
You better give it up, you steppin' to a
Game over, I'm intoxicated, never
When one up, I'm poisonous like a deadly cobra!
The only why I say this
Is because y'all breakin' this (?) got me
One can maintain, for so long
'Til all the screws in your head are and worn
Now you're the (?) straight psycho remain
Only known from acts, making you famous

Verse Three:

I'm the pocus, tell me how you feel
When I smoke 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 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, wait
But don't you motherfuckers come in the gate!
Get ass on, you pass on, we blast on
The gats armed, on the last one, c'mon!
Psycho assassins your membrane
in the grass, feeding it to your vein!

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