Luyện nghe bài hát Lunatics In The Grass

Straight from the Psycho
Once

Verse B-Real

Psycho from the ward, a warning, a scandal
Lookin' around, devoid 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 me? Don't foil the plan!
combat, I'm on that mission
You wishin' to Some mission is closin' near!
Sick-o!
through the hall, yes y'all!
Hear the call to the D.A., fucking
They all raid my spot and take hits
But I'm breakin' that L.A. Law Jimmy Sprits
Insane, in the head it's lead!
I'm loco, I'm dead, enough said!
allowing the words to barrage in
From all the way down, to the depths of Hell
You hear me? Lunatic in the grass,
You a psycho, my nigga Jack Frost?

Looney, lunatic turned
Psycho, in the head, I go
Can't keep my straight from the laws I break
You too, y'all up my mind state!

Verse Two:

For who really don't understand
Why we, going insane, just crazy!
now from, all the things I see
All tread bad and I in 3D
We be the psycho doers, turned
Only to survive all these street cop
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
Game over, I'm intoxicated, never
When one steps up, I'm poisonous a deadly cobra!
The reason why I say this
Is because y'all breakin' (?) got me tripping
One can only maintain, for so
'Til all the in your head are loose and worn
Now you're the (?) straight psycho remain
Only known from crazy acts, you famous

Three: B-Real

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 settling the metal shit
out the .45 sick, to get live
If you arrive, don't get nervous! You surface
Sick, in the brain, I'm trippin'!
I'm sippin' on the wine, it's all in the mind,
We dippin' now, you make me wanna
Talk about, my state
I need to rehabilitate
Wipe the slate, inside your fate, can't wait
But don't you motherfuckers come in the gate!
Get ass on, you pass on, we blast on
The gats armed, shitted on the one, c'mon!
Psycho assassins smashing your
in the grass, feeding it to your vein!

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