Luyện nghe bài hát Ninjas In Action

We got many psychopathic on this track
Choppin off wigs like a flyin guillotine
Jumpsteady, a shocker, rockin the blue
A Lee one inch punch heart stopper
You with my own,
turn ya to stone,
Give ya busy tone from an phone
That's full circle three justice, muthafucker
Beat ya silly like a tire - trucker
I see ho is waitin for me
Muthafucka, a friend
I gotta glock that bucks harder than a drill team
Never been a bitch, always gots to get
The target is ejected with the from my weapon
ya is deceased when I strike ya in jaw
Ain't no time yo mama that you love her anymore
no callin on your homies, ain't no callin on the Lord
Somebody shoulda told ya bout with a corpse
Violent J y'all and I'm control
slappin' off the California highway patrol
Rockin a imbalance and a stolen school bus
Full of lil kids, we doin' 90 plus
cops off edges, ratta-tat-tat 'em
Bustin shots, swervin and kids at em
in a chopper and away we get
Watchin everybody else fallin the cliff
the tripe X balla
I'm in wit yo mama
But yo be playa hatin so I don't call her
go see my ninja level 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 bumpin on, me who we smokin wit
Handled like some lunatics to get into some 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 yo face (shit!)
I understand why everybody to be down with me
I'm runnin Jumpsteady
Psychopathic, we crazier a muthafucka
ABK in this bitch
No badge, no cuffs, no
to beat ya in the head with my 40 until ya tell
Detroit hatchet on the scene
Juggalos, deputies, bitch ya know I mean
Taking over the world with no means to
With some underground hatchet swingin shit
Wha!
Diamond in this bitch
Making hair stand up on the back of your
I'm for you haters, little bitches you are
You can run, you can hide, but you get far
for your credits, runnin yo mouth
How you talkin shit? You get yo fuckin brains blown out
Your is weak, the stakes are high, and so am I
I live and let live, I take an eye for an eye
Psychopathic on a killing spree
Creeping in the shadows of
Psychopathic ninjas you never see
As the phantom blade becomes reality
ain't 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 and boots
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 or yo reverend
But I've been to bless a mic
That'll you swear to God I was heaven sent
For a locus, I'm a hundred ton death from
To OJ Simpson, I'm a glove
For a pilot, I'm a with a beard and a trenchcoat
first class, steady sippin on a coke
To a cop, I'm a game of Morton's list
For a crab, I'm an and deadly cuttlefish
At your birthday, I'm Dahmer bakin a cake
As you ponder why your friend is three hours late
I can still rock that in my back
(Where at?)
On the stable on the roof shots with my gat
The surface is scattered with bullets, we flyin the air
'cause I leap of da roof, 30 without a care
Just to 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 sheets and tossed up in my trunk
What!
A Bruce nerd sippin gasoline slurpies
Rockin a breed of Sudanese herpies
Raised in the jungle, communicate with
I'll squeeze your piece off til it breaks
Like a boa
A pressure
Lotus Pod pro wit a pit shifter
We'll be underground, not just at first
I ain't tryin' to play the fuck out like Fred Durst
Fat kids stay big and fuckin marshmellows
And stomp in your fuckin lyrics like the goodfellows
Not it for the cheddar, not in it for the
But I love the juggalettes like peach
Newports and a plan to
And a half of cup of syrup 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 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 know your bed? me under it
Pull the covers over your head, I'ma it
Then back off into the moonlit sky
Throw your 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 that you got ya one just to stay
It don't work bitch don't try
I'm blowin holes in yo from the gun that I fire
Comin thru dome, come one and all
It'd be a to see a buncha muthafuckas fall
I'm props to my homies on the southwest side
family til the day that we die
I'm off into the street them tapes
Shoutout to Double A and the he makes
Esham, my dogs runnin on the side
My gang's grown, muthafucka worldwide
My juggalos, we one big
It's the Theory, cmon get wit it
Psychopathic ninjas on a killing
Creeping in the shadows of
Psychopathic ninjas you will 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 can't lock up is your mind unless you let em. And everynight, I can dream. That's when I escape, that's I escape these walls, and I...