Luyện nghe bài hát Ninjas In Action

We got many psychopathic ninjas on track
off wigs like a flyin guillotine attack
Jumpsteady, a shocker, rockin the blue
A Bruce Lee one inch punch stopper
You mess my own,
I'll ya to stone,
Give ya busy from an undertaker's phone
full circle three fold justice, muthafucker
Beat ya silly a tire - tappin trucker
I see this ho is for me
Muthafucka, a friend
I gotta glock that bucks harder than a drill team
Never a bitch, always gots to get respected
The target is ejected the venom from my weapon
Then ya is when I strike ya in jaw
Ain't no tell yo mama that you love her anymore
Ain't no callin on your homies, ain't no callin on the
Somebody shoulda told ya bout fuckin with a
Violent J and I'm outta control
slappin' off the California highway patrol
Rockin a chemical imbalance and a school bus
of screamin lil kids, we doin' 90 plus
Runnin off edges, ratta-tat-tat 'em
Bustin shots, swervin and throwin at em
Jumpsteady in a and away we get
everybody else fallin over the cliff
It's the tripe X
I'm in love wit yo
But yo daddy be playa hatin so I don't her
go see my ninja level flow
Callin storm, shadow, know, we slicin atcha dome
Mr. Bones, Madrox, who you on?
My is planetary when I'm screamin unicorn
(Uuniiiiiicornn!)
Show me who we bumpin on, me who we smokin wit
Handled some lunatics to get into some killer shit
double G-Y
Why? 'cause I run wit a guy
Let me go and check my watch
(Fo whut?)
So I can see how much you got
(Ah!)
Before the that I run wit swings dowwwn
And yo face (shit!)
I understand why everybody to be down with me
I'm with Jumpsteady
Psychopathic, we crazier than a
ABK in this bitch
No badge, no cuffs, no
Bout to ya in the head with my 40 until ya tell
hatchet family on the scene
Juggalos, deputies, bitch ya what I mean
over the world with no means to quit
With some underground hatchet swingin shit
Wha!
Legz Diamond in this
Making hair stand up on the back of neck
I'm for you haters, little bitches you are
You can run, you can hide, but you get far
Bullets for your credits, yo mouth
How you talkin that shit? You get yo fuckin blown out
Your game is weak, the are high, and so am I
I live and let live, I take an eye for an eye
Psychopathic on a killing spree
in the shadows of eternity
Psychopathic you will never see
As the phantom blade your reality
This no two hand touch so get yo helmet on
All you might just get planted on yo neighbor's front
We some grave diggers wit the shovels and
We on some wicked hidin in hubbles and under suits
I'm on a whole level
you and the devil
In the
With a that says 'Heaven Or Bust'
I'm not yo priest or yo
But I've known to bless a mic
That'll make you swear to God I was heaven
For a locus, I'm a hundred ton death from
To OJ Simpson, I'm a fingerless
For a pilot, I'm a 'Ghani with a and a trenchcoat
Chillin class, steady sippin on a coke
To a paranoid cop, I'm a game of list
For a crab, I'm an and deadly cuttlefish
At your birthday, I'm Jeff Dahmer a cake
As you ponder why your best friend is hours late
I can still rock heater in my back
(Where at?)
On the stable on the bustin shots with my gat
The surface is scattered with bullets, we flyin the air
I leap of da roof, 30 feet without a care
Just to break off my leg and
Get up and beat a pig with it
'cause cops shit, they get they muthafuckin throat cut
And wrapped in sheets and tossed up in my trunk
What!
A Bruce brother nerd sippin slurpies
a rare breed of Sudanese herpies
Raised in the jungle, communicate with
I'll your throat piece off til it breaks
Like a boa
A inflictor
Lotus Pod pro wit a pit shifter
We'll always be underground, not just at
I ain't tryin' to play myself the fuck out like Fred
Fat kids big and fuckin like marshmellows
And stomp holes in your fuckin like the goodfellows
Not it for the cheddar, not in it for the
But I love the juggalettes peach faygo
and a plan to fuck
And a half of cup of when it's time to get drunk
in my trunk and my disco balls
And my in the air screamin fuck y'all!
I'm the urban legend in back seat
With a hook to head while your rollin down the street
Most people, look at me and run
They get up in the and I pulled out a gun
Ya know your That's me under it
the covers over your head, I'ma smother it
Then it's back off the moonlit sky
Throw your high!
What you non gonna do?
We know you see us, a gang of faces comin through
You run, you gonna hide
You gonna try to say you got ya one just to stay alive
It don't work bitch don't try
I'm blowin holes in yo chest from the gun I fire
thru your dome, come one and all
It'd be a shame to see a buncha muthafuckas
I'm props to my homies on the southwest side
Psychopathic til the day that we die
I'm off into the street slangin tapes
Shoutout to Double A and the he makes
Esham, my runnin on the east side
My gang's grown, muthafucka worldwide
My juggalos, we one big
It's the Theory, cmon get wit it
Psychopathic on a killing spree
Creeping in the shadows of
ninjas you will never see
As the phantom becomes your reality
Yeaaaaah!!

out!
*prison door

So how long you here, old man?
20
Damn, that's a longass time, you musta got caught up on some serious shit. I'll be out in 3 years. You thought about escapin this place?
Sure I do, but ya see those walls and those guntowers and all them guards. Makes it almost impossible for an old man like me to try and get out of here. Besides, I escape every night. 'cause the one thing they lock up is your mind unless you let em. And everynight, I can dream. That's when I escape, that's when I escape these walls, and I...