Luyện nghe bài hát Lunatics In The Grass

Straight the Psycho Ward
Once

Verse One:

Psycho from the ward, a warning, a fucking
Lookin' around, paranoid the funk banner
In the combat, the banana control
A sea, a pound of weed and get sold
You crazy, can't understand
Why you never me? Don't foil the plan!
combat, I'm on that mission
You wishin' to disappear? mission is closin' near!
Sick-o!
through the hall, yes y'all!
Hear the to the D.A., fucking D-E-A
They all wanna raid my spot and take
But I'm breakin' that L.A. Law Jimmy Sprits
Insane, crazy in the 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? Lunatic in the grass,
You a psycho, like my nigga Frost?

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

Verse Jacken

For those who don't understand
Why we, insane, just acting crazy!
Buggin' now from, all the I see
All bad and I meant in 3D
We be the psycho doers, killers
Only to survive all street cop killers
tell ya now, nobody's everlasting
Even if you try, but you it won't be subtracting
It no thing but mad
You better give it up, you to a psychopath
Game over, I'm intoxicated, 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 only maintain, for so
'Til all the screws in your head are loose and
Now you're the (?) straight remain nameless
known from crazy acts, making you famous

Verse Three:

I'm the pocus, tell me how you feel
I smoke that motherfucker coming for the kill!
If the element, unfolding
But the reckoning, brings settling the metal shit
out the .45 sick, to get live
If you arrive, get nervous! You wanna surface
Sick, in the brain, I'm trippin'!
I'm sippin' on the wine, all in the mind, flippin'
We dippin' now, you me wanna shout
Talk about, my state
Think I need to
Wipe the slate, look inside your fate, wait
But don't you motherfuckers can't in the gate!
Get your ass on, you pass on, we on
The gats armed, shitted on the one, c'mon!
Psycho smashing your membrane
in the grass, feeding it to your vein!

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