Luyện nghe bài hát Ninjas In Action

We got many psychopathic on this track
Choppin off wigs a flyin guillotine attack
Jumpsteady, a shocker, the blue blockers
A Bruce Lee one inch punch heart
You mess my own,
turn ya to stone,
Give ya busy from an undertaker's phone
That's full three fold justice, muthafucker
Beat ya silly like a tire - tappin
I see ho is waitin for me
Muthafucka, a friend
I gotta glock that bucks than a drill team sergeant
Never been a bitch, gots to get respected
The target is ejected with the venom my weapon
Then ya is deceased I strike ya in jaw
Ain't no time tell yo mama that you love her
Ain't no on your homies, ain't no callin on the Lord
shoulda told ya bout fuckin with a corpse
Violent J y'all and I'm outta
Steady slappin' off the California highway
Rockin a chemical imbalance and a school bus
Full of screamin lil kids, we 90 plus
cops off edges, ratta-tat-tat 'em
Bustin shots, swervin and throwin at em
in a chopper and away we get
Watchin everybody else over the cliff
the tripe X balla
I'm in wit yo mama
But yo daddy be playa hatin so I call her
I'ma go see my level flow
Callin storm, shadow, know, we slicin atcha dome
Mr. Bones, Madrox, who you on?
My appetite is planetary when I'm screamin
(Uuniiiiiicornn!)
Show me who we bumpin on, show me who we wit
like some lunatics to get into some killer shit
S-H-A- G-Y
Why? I run wit a hatchet guy
Let me go ahead and check my
(Fo whut?)
So I can see how time you got
(Ah!)
Before the that I run wit swings dowwwn
And splits yo (shit!)
I understand why everybody to be down with me
I'm runnin with
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
Detroit family on the scene
Juggalos, deputies, bitch ya know I mean
Taking over the world no means to quit
With some underground hatchet illusional shit
Wha!
Legz in this bitch
Making hair stand up on the back of your
I'm comin for you haters, little 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 brains out
Your game is weak, the are high, and so am I
I don't live and let live, I an eye for an eye
Psychopathic ninjas on a killing
Creeping in the shadows of
Psychopathic ninjas you never see
As the blade becomes your reality
This no two hand touch so get yo helmet on
All you might get planted on yo neighbor's front lawn
We some grave diggers wit the and boots
We on some wicked shit hidin in hubbles and under
I'm on a whole different
Leave you and the
In the
With a that says 'Heaven Or Bust'
I'm not yo priest or yo
But I've been known to a mic
That'll make you to God I was heaven sent
For a locus, I'm a hundred ton death above
To OJ Simpson, I'm a fingerless
For a pilot, I'm a 'Ghani with a and a trenchcoat
Chillin first class, steady sippin on a
To a paranoid cop, I'm a of Morton's list
For a crab, I'm an elusive and deadly
At your birthday, I'm Jeff Dahmer a cake
As you why your best friend is three hours late
I can still that heater in my back
(Where at?)
On the stable on the roof bustin with my gat
The surface is with bullets, we flyin through the air
'cause I 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 ain't shit, they get muthafuckin throat cut
And wrapped in sheets and tossed up in my trunk
What!
A Bruce brother nerd sippin slurpies
Rockin a rare breed of Sudanese
Raised in the jungle, communicate with
I'll squeeze throat piece off til it breaks
a boa constrictor
A inflictor
Lotus Pod pro wit a pit shifter
always be underground, not just at first
I ain't tryin' to play myself the fuck out Fred Durst
Fat kids big and fuckin like marshmellows
And stomp holes in fuckin lyrics like the goodfellows
Not it for the cheddar, not in it for the
But I love the juggalettes peach faygo
Newports and a to fuck
And a half of cup of syrup when it's to get drunk
Nightclubs in my trunk and my disco
And my hatchet in the air screamin y'all!
I'm the urban in your back seat
With a hook to your head while your down the street
Most people, they at me and run
They get up in the club and I out a gun
Ya know your That's me under it
Pull the covers your head, I'ma smother it
Then it's back off the moonlit sky
Throw hatchets high!
you non juggalos gonna do?
We know you see us, a gang of painted faces comin
You gonna run, you gonna
You gonna try to say you got ya one just to stay alive
It don't work bitch even try
I'm blowin holes in yo chest from the gun that I
Comin thru your dome, one and all
It'd be a shame to see a muthafuckas fall
I'm givin props to my homies on the southwest
Psychopathic family til the day we die
I'm off into the street them tapes
Shoutout to A and the money he makes
Esham, my dogs runnin on the side
My street gang's grown, worldwide
My juggalos, we one big
It's the Chaos Theory, get wit it
ninjas on a killing spree
Creeping in the of eternity
ninjas you will never see
As the blade becomes your reality
Yeaaaaah!!

out!
*prison slams*

So how you been here, old man?
20
Damn, that's a longass time, you musta got up on some serious shit. I'll be out in 3 years. You ever 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. the one thing they can't 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...