Luyện nghe bài hát Ninjas In Action

We got psychopathic ninjas on this track
Choppin off wigs a flyin guillotine attack
Jumpsteady, a shocker, the blue 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 three fold justice, muthafucker
Beat ya like a tire - tappin trucker
I see ho is waitin for me
Muthafucka, a friend
I gotta that bucks harder than a drill team sergeant
Never been a bitch, always to get respected
The target is with the venom from my weapon
Then ya is deceased I strike ya in jaw
Ain't no time tell yo mama that you her anymore
Ain't no callin on your homies, no callin on the Lord
Somebody shoulda told ya fuckin with a corpse
J y'all and I'm outta control
Steady slappin' off the California highway
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
in a chopper and away we get
Watchin everybody else fallin over the
the tripe X balla
I'm in wit yo mama
But yo daddy be playa hatin so I 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 planetary I'm screamin unicorn
(Uuniiiiiicornn!)
Show me who we on, show me who we smokin 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 splits yo (shit!)
I understand why everybody wants to be down me
I'm runnin with
Psychopathic, we crazier a muthafucka
ABK in this bitch
No badge, no cuffs, no
Bout to beat ya in the head with my 40 until ya
hatchet family on the scene
Juggalos, deputies, ya know what I mean
Taking the world with no means to quit
With some underground hatchet swingin illusional
Wha!
Legz in this bitch
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
for your credits, runnin yo mouth
How you talkin that shit? You get yo fuckin brains out
Your game is weak, the 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
Psychopathic ninjas you will see
As the phantom blade your 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 diggers wit the shovels and boots
We on some wicked shit hidin in hubbles and suits
I'm on a different level
Leave you and the
In the
With a sign that 'Heaven Or Bust'
I'm not yo priest or yo
But I've 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 glove
For a pilot, I'm a 'Ghani with a beard and a
Chillin first class, sippin on a coke
To a paranoid cop, I'm a game of list
For a crab, I'm an elusive and cuttlefish
At birthday, I'm Jeff 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 bustin shots my gat
The is scattered with bullets, we flyin through the air
'cause I leap of da roof, 30 feet a care
to break off my leg and shit
Get up and beat a pig with it
'cause cops ain't shit, they get they muthafuckin cut
And wrapped in bloody sheets and tossed up in my
What!
A Bruce brother nerd sippin gasoline
Rockin a breed of Sudanese herpies
in the jungle, communicate with snakes
I'll squeeze your throat off til it breaks
a boa constrictor
A pressure
Pod pro tool 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 like
And stomp holes in your fuckin lyrics like the
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
Nightclubs in my trunk and my disco
And my in the air screamin fuck y'all!
I'm the urban in your back seat
With a hook to your head while your rollin the street
Most people, look at me and run
They get up in the and I pulled out a gun
Ya know bed? That's me under it
Pull the covers over head, I'ma smother it
it's back off into the moonlit sky
Throw your high!
you non juggalos gonna do?
We know you see us, a gang of painted comin through
You gonna run, you hide
You try to say that you got ya one just to stay alive
It work bitch don't even try
I'm blowin in yo chest from the gun that I fire
Comin thru your dome, one and all
It'd be a shame to see a muthafuckas fall
I'm props to my homies on the southwest side
Psychopathic family til the day we die
I'm off into the street slangin them
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
the Chaos Theory, cmon get wit it
Psychopathic ninjas on a killing
Creeping in the shadows of
Psychopathic you will never see
As the phantom blade your reality
Yeaaaaah!!

out!
*prison slams*

So how long you here, old man?
20
Damn, that's a longass time, you musta got caught up on some serious shit. 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 unless you let em. And everynight, I can dream. That's when I escape, that's when I escape walls, and I...