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 punch heart stopper
You mess my own,
I'll ya to stone,
Give ya tone from an undertaker's phone
That's full circle fold justice, muthafucker
Beat ya silly like a tire - tappin
I see this ho is for me
Muthafucka, tell a
I glock that bucks harder than a drill team sergeant
Never been a bitch, always gots to get
The target is ejected with the venom from my
ya is deceased when I strike ya in jaw
Ain't no time tell yo mama you love her anymore
no callin on your homies, ain't no callin on the Lord
Somebody shoulda told ya bout fuckin with a
Violent J y'all and I'm control
Steady slappin' off the highway patrol
Rockin a imbalance and a stolen school bus
Full of screamin lil kids, we 90 plus
Runnin off edges, ratta-tat-tat 'em
Bustin shots, and throwin kids at em
Jumpsteady in a chopper and we get
everybody else fallin over the cliff
It's the tripe X
I'm in wit yo mama
But yo daddy be playa hatin so I don't her
I'ma go see my level 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 bumpin on, me who we smokin wit
Handled like some lunatics to get into killer shit
double G-Y
Why? 'cause I run wit a guy
Let me go ahead and check my
(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 Jumpsteady
Psychopathic, we crazier a muthafucka
ABK in this undercover
No badge, no cuffs, no
Bout to beat ya in the with my 40 until ya tell
Detroit hatchet on the scene
Juggalos, deputies, bitch ya what I mean
Taking over the world no means to quit
With some hatchet swingin illusional shit
Wha!
Diamond in this bitch
Making hair stand up on the of your neck
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 that shit? You get yo fuckin brains blown out
Your game is weak, the are high, and so am I
I don't and let live, I take an eye for an eye
Psychopathic on a killing spree
in the shadows of eternity
Psychopathic ninjas you never see
As the blade becomes your reality
This ain't no two hand so get yo helmet on
All you might get planted on yo neighbor's front lawn
We grave diggers wit the shovels and boots
We on some wicked shit in hubbles and under suits
I'm on a whole different
Leave you and the
In the
With a sign that 'Heaven Or Bust'
I'm not yo priest or yo
But been known to bless a mic
That'll make you swear to God I was sent
For a locus, I'm a ton death from above
To OJ Simpson, I'm a fingerless
For a pilot, I'm a with a beard and a trenchcoat
Chillin first class, steady sippin on a
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 friend is three hours
I can rock that heater in my back
(Where at?)
On the stable on the bustin shots with my gat
The surface is scattered with bullets, we through the air
'cause I leap of da roof, 30 feet without a
Just to off my leg and shit
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 nerd sippin gasoline slurpies
a rare breed of Sudanese herpies
Raised in the jungle, communicate with
squeeze your throat piece off til it breaks
Like a boa
A inflictor
Lotus Pod pro wit a pit shifter
We'll always be underground, not just at
I ain't tryin' to play myself the fuck out like Fred
Fat kids stay big and fuckin like
And stomp holes in your fuckin lyrics like the
Not it for the cheddar, not in it for the
But I love the juggalettes peach faygo
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 hatchet in the air fuck y'all!
I'm the urban legend in your seat
With a hook to your head your rollin down the street
Most people, look at me and run
They get up in the club and I 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 hatchets high!
you non juggalos gonna do?
We know you see us, a gang of painted comin through
You run, you gonna hide
You try to say that you got ya one just to stay alive
It don't bitch don't even try
I'm blowin holes in yo chest from the gun I fire
Comin thru dome, come one and all
It'd be a shame to see a muthafuckas fall
I'm givin to my homies on the southwest side
Psychopathic til the day that we die
I'm off into the street slangin tapes
Shoutout to Double A and the money he
Esham, my dogs runnin on the east
My street grown, muthafucka worldwide
My juggalos, we one big
It's the Theory, cmon get wit it
Psychopathic ninjas on a spree
Creeping in the shadows of
Psychopathic you will never see
As the phantom blade becomes reality
Yeaaaaah!!

out!
*prison door

So how long you here, old man?
20
Damn, that's a time, you musta got caught 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 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 when I escape these walls, and I...