Luyện nghe bài hát Ninjas In Action

We got many ninjas on this track
Choppin off like a flyin guillotine attack
Jumpsteady, a shocker, rockin the blue
A Bruce Lee one punch heart stopper
You with my own,
I'll ya to stone,
ya busy tone from an undertaker's phone
That's circle three fold justice, muthafucker
Beat ya silly a tire - tappin trucker
I see ho is waitin for me
Muthafucka, tell a
I gotta glock that bucks harder a drill team sergeant
Never been a bitch, gots to get respected
The target is ejected with the from my weapon
Then ya is deceased I strike ya in jaw
Ain't no time tell yo mama that you love her
no callin on your homies, ain't no callin on the Lord
Somebody told ya bout fuckin with a corpse
Violent J y'all and I'm outta
Steady slappin' off the highway patrol
Rockin a imbalance and a stolen school bus
Full of screamin lil kids, we 90 plus
cops off edges, ratta-tat-tat 'em
Bustin shots, swervin and kids at em
Jumpsteady in a and away we get
Watchin everybody else fallin over the
It's the tripe X
I'm in wit yo mama
But yo daddy be hatin so I don't call her
I'ma go see my ninja flow
Callin storm, shadow, letcha know, we slicin dome
Mr. Bones, Madrox, who you on?
My appetite is planetary I'm screamin unicorn
(Uuniiiiiicornn!)
Show me who we on, show me who we smokin wit
Handled like some lunatics to get 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 time you got
(Ah!)
Before the hatchet I run wit swings dowwwn
And splits yo (shit!)
I understand why everybody wants to be down me
I'm runnin Jumpsteady
Psychopathic, we than a muthafucka
ABK in this bitch
No badge, no cuffs, no
Bout to beat ya in the head my 40 until ya tell
hatchet family on the scene
Juggalos, deputies, bitch ya know what I
over the world with no means to quit
With some hatchet swingin illusional shit
Wha!
Legz Diamond in bitch
hair stand up on the back of your neck
I'm comin for you haters, bitches you are
You can run, you can hide, but you get far
for your credits, runnin 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 live and let live, I take an eye for an eye
Psychopathic ninjas on a killing
Creeping in the shadows of
Psychopathic ninjas you never see
As the phantom blade becomes your
This ain't no two hand touch so get yo on
All you might just get on yo neighbor's front lawn
We some grave diggers wit the and boots
We on some shit hidin in hubbles and under suits
I'm on a whole different
you and the devil
In the
With a that says 'Heaven Or Bust'
I'm not yo or yo reverend
But I've known to bless a mic
make you swear to God I was heaven sent
For a locus, I'm a ton death from above
To OJ Simpson, I'm a glove
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 birthday, I'm Jeff Dahmer bakin a cake
As you ponder why your best is three hours late
I can still rock that heater in my
(Where at?)
On the stable on the roof bustin with my gat
The surface is with bullets, we flyin through the air
'cause I leap of da roof, 30 feet without a
to break off my leg and shit
Get up and beat a pig with it
'cause cops ain't shit, they get they throat cut
And wrapped in bloody and tossed up in my trunk
What!
A Bruce brother nerd sippin gasoline
Rockin a rare breed of herpies
Raised in the jungle, communicate with
I'll squeeze your throat piece off til it
Like a boa
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 stay big and fuckin like
And stomp holes in your fuckin lyrics 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 syrup when time to get drunk
Nightclubs in my and my disco balls
And my in the air screamin fuck y'all!
I'm the urban legend in your seat
With a hook to your head while rollin down the street
people, they look at me and run
They get up in the and I pulled out a gun
Ya know your bed? That's me it
the covers over your head, I'ma smother it
Then it's back off into the sky
Throw hatchets high!
What you non gonna do?
We know you see us, a gang of painted comin through
You gonna run, you hide
You try to say that 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 your dome, come one and all
be a shame to see a buncha muthafuckas fall
I'm givin props to my on the southwest side
family til the day that we die
I'm off into the street slangin tapes
to Double A and the money he makes
Esham, my runnin on the east 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 phantom blade becomes reality
Yeaaaaah!!

out!
*prison slams*

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 ever 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...