Luyện nghe bài hát Ninjas In Action

We got many psychopathic ninjas on track
Choppin off like a flyin guillotine attack
Jumpsteady, a shocker, rockin the blockers
A Bruce Lee one inch punch stopper
You mess my own,
I'll ya to stone,
Give ya tone from an undertaker's phone
That's full three fold justice, muthafucker
Beat ya silly like a - tappin trucker
I see this ho is for me
Muthafucka, tell a
I gotta glock bucks harder than a drill team sergeant
Never a bitch, always gots to get respected
The target is ejected the venom from my weapon
Then ya is deceased when I 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
Somebody shoulda told ya bout with a corpse
J y'all and I'm outta control
Steady slappin' off the California patrol
Rockin a chemical imbalance and a stolen bus
of screamin lil kids, we doin' 90 plus
Runnin cops off edges, 'em
Bustin shots, swervin and kids at em
in a chopper and away we get
Watchin everybody else fallin over the
the tripe X balla
I'm in love wit yo
But yo daddy be playa hatin so I call her
I'ma go see my level flow
Callin storm, shadow, letcha know, we 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? 'cause I run wit a guy
Let me go ahead and my watch
(Fo whut?)
So I can see how much you got
(Ah!)
the hatchet that I run wit swings dowwwn
And yo face (shit!)
I understand why everybody wants to be with me
I'm runnin with
Psychopathic, we than a muthafucka
ABK in this undercover
No badge, no cuffs, no
Bout to beat ya in the head my 40 until ya tell
hatchet family on the scene
Juggalos, deputies, ya know what I mean
Taking over the world with no to quit
With underground hatchet swingin illusional shit
Wha!
Legz Diamond in this
Making hair stand up on the back of neck
I'm comin for you haters, bitches you are
You can run, you can hide, but you get far
Bullets for credits, runnin yo mouth
How you talkin that shit? You get yo fuckin brains out
Your is weak, the stakes are high, and so am I
I don't and let live, I take an eye for an eye
Psychopathic ninjas on a spree
Creeping in the of eternity
Psychopathic ninjas you will see
As the blade becomes your reality
This ain't no two touch so get yo helmet on
All you might just get planted on yo front lawn
We some grave diggers wit the and boots
We on some wicked shit in hubbles and under suits
I'm on a whole different
you and the devil
In the
a sign that says 'Heaven Or Bust'
I'm not yo priest or yo
But I've been known to a mic
That'll make you swear to God I was sent
For a locus, I'm a hundred ton death above
To OJ Simpson, I'm a glove
For a pilot, I'm a with a beard and a trenchcoat
Chillin class, steady sippin on a coke
To a paranoid cop, I'm a game of Morton's
For a crab, I'm an elusive and deadly
At your birthday, I'm Jeff bakin a cake
As you ponder why your friend is three hours late
I can still that heater in my back
(Where at?)
On the on the roof bustin shots with my gat
The surface is scattered with bullets, we flyin the air
'cause I leap of da roof, 30 feet a care
to break off my leg and shit
Get up and beat a mothafuckin pig 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 gasoline slurpies
Rockin a rare breed of herpies
Raised in the jungle, communicate snakes
I'll squeeze your throat piece off til it
Like a boa
A pressure
Lotus Pod pro wit a pit shifter
We'll always be underground, not just at
I tryin' to play myself the fuck out like Fred Durst
Fat kids big and fuckin like marshmellows
And stomp in your fuckin lyrics like the goodfellows
Not it for the cheddar, not in it for the
But I the juggalettes like peach faygo
Newports and a plan to
And a half of cup of syrup when it's to get drunk
in my trunk and my disco balls
And my in the air screamin fuck y'all!
I'm the legend in your back seat
a hook to your head while your rollin down the street
Most people, they at me and run
They get up in the and I pulled out a gun
Ya your bed? That's me under it
Pull the covers over head, I'ma smother it
it's back off into the moonlit sky
Throw hatchets high!
What you non gonna do?
We know you see us, a gang of faces comin through
You gonna run, you hide
You gonna try to say you got ya one just to stay alive
It don't work don't even try
I'm blowin holes in yo chest from the gun I fire
Comin thru dome, come one and all
be a shame to see a buncha muthafuckas fall
I'm givin to my homies on the southwest side
Psychopathic til the day that we die
I'm off into the slangin them tapes
to Double A and the money he makes
Esham, my runnin on the east side
My street grown, muthafucka worldwide
My juggalos, we one big
It's the Chaos Theory, get wit it
Psychopathic ninjas on a killing
Creeping in the shadows of
Psychopathic you will never see
As the blade becomes your reality
Yeaaaaah!!

out!
*prison door

So how you been 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 thought 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 can't lock up is your mind you let em. And everynight, I can dream. That's when I escape, that's when I escape these walls, and I...