Luyện nghe bài hát Ninjas In Action

We got many psychopathic on this track
Choppin off wigs a flyin guillotine attack
Jumpsteady, a shocker, rockin the blockers
A Bruce Lee one inch punch stopper
You with my own,
turn ya to stone,
Give ya busy tone from an undertaker's
That's full three fold justice, muthafucker
Beat ya silly like a - tappin trucker
I see this ho is for me
Muthafucka, a friend
I gotta glock that bucks harder a drill team sergeant
Never been a bitch, always to get respected
The target is ejected with the venom from my
Then ya is when I strike ya in jaw
Ain't no time yo mama that you love her anymore
Ain't no callin on your homies, no callin on the Lord
Somebody told ya bout fuckin with a corpse
Violent J y'all and I'm control
Steady slappin' off the highway patrol
a chemical imbalance and a stolen school bus
Full of screamin lil kids, we doin' 90
cops off edges, ratta-tat-tat 'em
Bustin shots, swervin and kids at em
Jumpsteady in a and away we get
Watchin else 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 level
Callin storm, shadow, know, we slicin atcha dome
Mr. Bones, Madrox, who you on?
My appetite is when I'm screamin unicorn
(Uuniiiiiicornn!)
Show me who we bumpin on, show me who we wit
Handled like some lunatics to get into some 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 splits yo (shit!)
I understand why everybody wants to be with me
I'm with 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 family on the
Juggalos, deputies, ya know what I mean
Taking over the world with no to quit
With underground hatchet swingin illusional shit
Wha!
Legz in this bitch
Making hair stand up on the back of your
I'm comin for you haters, little 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 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 ninjas on a killing
Creeping in the of eternity
Psychopathic ninjas you never see
As the phantom blade becomes your
This ain't no two touch so get yo helmet on
All you might just get planted on yo neighbor's lawn
We some diggers wit the shovels and boots
We on some wicked shit hidin in hubbles and under
I'm on a different level
you and the devil
In the
With a sign 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 heaven
For a locus, I'm a ton death from above
To OJ Simpson, I'm a fingerless
For a pilot, I'm a 'Ghani with a and a trenchcoat
Chillin first class, steady sippin on a
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 Jeff Dahmer bakin a
As you ponder why your best friend is hours 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 with bullets, we flyin the air
'cause I leap of da roof, 30 feet 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 bloody sheets and up in my trunk
What!
A Bruce brother nerd sippin gasoline
Rockin a rare breed of herpies
in the jungle, communicate with snakes
I'll squeeze throat piece off til it breaks
a boa constrictor
A pressure
Lotus Pod pro tool wit a pit
always be underground, not just at first
I ain't tryin' to play myself the fuck out like Durst
Fat kids stay big and fuckin marshmellows
And stomp holes in fuckin lyrics like the goodfellows
Not it for the cheddar, not in it for the
But I love the juggalettes like peach
and a plan to fuck
And a half of cup of when it's time to get drunk
Nightclubs in my trunk and my disco
And my in the air screamin fuck y'all!
I'm the legend in your back seat
With a hook to your head while your rollin down the
Most people, look 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 head, I'ma smother it
Then back off into the moonlit sky
Throw your high!
What you non juggalos do?
We know you see us, a gang of painted faces through
You run, you gonna hide
You gonna try to say that you got ya one just to alive
It don't work don't even try
I'm blowin holes in yo chest the gun that I fire
Comin thru your dome, one and all
It'd be a shame to see a buncha 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
to Double A and the money he makes
Esham, my dogs runnin on the side
My gang's grown, muthafucka worldwide
My juggalos, we one big
the Chaos Theory, cmon get wit it
Psychopathic ninjas on a killing
in the shadows of eternity
Psychopathic ninjas you will see
As the phantom blade becomes your
Yeaaaaah!!

out!
*prison slams*

So how long you been here, old
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 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...