Luyện nghe bài hát Ninjas In Action

We got psychopathic ninjas on this track
Choppin off wigs like a 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 tone from an undertaker's phone
That's full circle three fold justice,
ya silly like a tire - tappin trucker
I see ho is waitin for me
Muthafucka, a friend
I gotta glock that bucks harder than a drill team
been a bitch, always gots to get respected
The target is ejected with the from my weapon
Then ya is deceased I strike ya in jaw
no time tell yo mama that you love her anymore
Ain't no callin on your homies, ain't no on the Lord
Somebody shoulda ya bout fuckin with a corpse
Violent J y'all and I'm outta
Steady slappin' off the highway patrol
Rockin a chemical and a stolen school bus
Full of screamin lil kids, we doin' 90
cops off edges, ratta-tat-tat 'em
Bustin shots, and throwin kids at em
Jumpsteady in a and away we get
Watchin everybody fallin over the cliff
It's the X balla
I'm in wit yo mama
But yo be playa hatin so I don't call her
I'ma go see my ninja flow
Callin storm, shadow, letcha know, we slicin atcha
Mr. Bones, Madrox, who you on?
My appetite is when I'm screamin unicorn
(Uuniiiiiicornn!)
Show me who we on, show me who we smokin wit
Handled like some lunatics to get into killer shit
double 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 hatchet that I run wit swings
And yo face (shit!)
I understand why wants to be down with me
I'm runnin Jumpsteady
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
Detroit hatchet on the scene
Juggalos, deputies, bitch ya know what I
Taking over the world with no means to
some underground hatchet swingin illusional shit
Wha!
Legz Diamond in this
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
Bullets for your credits, runnin yo
How you talkin that You get yo fuckin brains blown out
game is weak, the stakes are high, and so am I
I live and let live, I take an eye for an eye
ninjas on a killing spree
Creeping in the shadows of
ninjas you will never see
As the phantom blade becomes your
This ain't no two hand touch so get yo on
All you might just get planted on yo neighbor's lawn
We some grave wit the shovels and boots
We on some wicked shit hidin in hubbles and under
I'm on a whole different
you and the devil
In the
With a sign that says 'Heaven Or
I'm not yo priest or yo
But I've known to bless 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 with a beard and a trenchcoat
Chillin first class, steady on a coke
To a paranoid cop, I'm a game of Morton's
For a crab, I'm an elusive and cuttlefish
At birthday, I'm Jeff Dahmer bakin a cake
As you ponder why your best friend is three late
I can still rock that heater in my
(Where at?)
On the stable on the roof shots with my gat
The surface is scattered bullets, we flyin through the air
'cause I of da roof, 30 feet without a care
to break off my leg and shit
Get up and a mothafuckin pig with it
'cause cops ain't shit, they get they muthafuckin cut
And wrapped in bloody and tossed up in my trunk
What!
A Bruce brother nerd sippin slurpies
Rockin a rare breed of herpies
Raised in the jungle, communicate snakes
I'll squeeze throat piece off til it breaks
Like a boa
A inflictor
Pod pro tool wit a pit shifter
We'll be underground, not just at first
I ain't tryin' to myself the fuck out like Fred Durst
Fat kids stay big and fuckin marshmellows
And stomp holes in your lyrics like the goodfellows
Not it for the cheddar, not in it for the
But I the juggalettes like peach faygo
and a plan to fuck
And a half of cup of syrup it's time to get drunk
in my trunk and my disco balls
And my hatchet in the air fuck y'all!
I'm the legend in your back seat
With a to your head while your rollin down the street
Most people, look at me and run
get up in the club and I pulled out a gun
Ya your bed? That's me under it
Pull the covers over your head, I'ma 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 painted comin through
You gonna run, you hide
You gonna try to say that you got ya one to stay alive
It work bitch don't even try
I'm blowin holes in yo chest from the gun I fire
Comin thru your dome, one and all
It'd be a shame to see a buncha muthafuckas
I'm givin props to my homies on the side
Psychopathic family til the day we die
I'm off into the street slangin tapes
Shoutout to A and the money he makes
Esham, my dogs runnin on the east
My street grown, muthafucka worldwide
My juggalos, we one big
It's the Chaos Theory, get wit it
Psychopathic ninjas on a spree
Creeping in the shadows of
ninjas you will never see
As the phantom blade your reality
Yeaaaaah!!

out!
*prison slams*

So how long you been here, old
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 about escapin 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 unless you let em. And everynight, I can dream. That's when I escape, when I escape these walls, and I...