Luyện nghe bài hát Ninjas In Action

We got many ninjas on this track
Choppin off wigs like a flyin guillotine
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 an undertaker's phone
That's full circle fold justice, muthafucker
Beat ya like a tire - tappin trucker
I see ho is waitin for me
Muthafucka, tell a
I gotta glock that bucks harder than a drill team
Never been a bitch, gots to get respected
The is ejected with the venom from my weapon
Then ya is deceased when I ya in jaw
Ain't no time tell yo mama that you love her
Ain't no callin on your homies, no callin on the Lord
Somebody shoulda told ya bout fuckin a corpse
J y'all and I'm outta control
Steady slappin' off the California highway
a chemical imbalance and a stolen school bus
Full of lil kids, we doin' 90 plus
Runnin off edges, ratta-tat-tat 'em
Bustin shots, and throwin kids at em
Jumpsteady in a chopper and we get
Watchin everybody fallin over the cliff
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, know, we slicin atcha dome
Mr. Bones, Madrox, who you on?
My is planetary when I'm screamin unicorn
(Uuniiiiiicornn!)
me who we bumpin on, show 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 time you got
(Ah!)
the hatchet that I run wit swings dowwwn
And yo face (shit!)
I why everybody wants to be down with me
I'm with Jumpsteady
Psychopathic, we crazier a muthafucka
ABK in this undercover
No badge, no cuffs, no
Bout to beat ya in the head with my 40 until ya
Detroit family on the scene
Juggalos, deputies, ya know what I mean
Taking over the world with no to quit
With some underground swingin illusional shit
Wha!
Legz Diamond in this
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 shit? You get yo fuckin brains blown out
game is weak, the stakes are high, and so am I
I don't live and let live, I an eye for an eye
Psychopathic ninjas on a killing
Creeping in the of eternity
Psychopathic ninjas you never see
As the blade becomes your reality
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 wicked shit hidin in hubbles and under suits
I'm on a different level
you and the devil
In the
With a sign that says Or Bust'
I'm not yo or yo reverend
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 from
To OJ Simpson, I'm a fingerless
For a pilot, I'm a 'Ghani with a and a trenchcoat
Chillin 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 Jeff Dahmer 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 bustin shots with my gat
The surface is scattered 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 mothafuckin pig it
'cause ain't shit, they get they muthafuckin throat cut
And in bloody sheets and tossed 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 inflictor
Lotus Pod pro tool wit a pit
We'll be underground, not just at first
I tryin' to play myself the fuck out like Fred Durst
Fat kids big and fuckin like marshmellows
And stomp holes in your fuckin lyrics like the
Not it for the cheddar, not in it for the
But I love the juggalettes like peach
Newports and a to fuck
And a half of cup of syrup when it's time to get
Nightclubs in my trunk and my disco
And my in the air screamin fuck y'all!
I'm the urban legend in back seat
With a hook to your head while your down the street
Most people, look at me and run
get up in the club and I pulled out a gun
Ya know your bed? me under it
the covers over your head, I'ma smother it
Then back off into the moonlit sky
Throw hatchets high!
What you non gonna do?
We you see us, a gang of painted faces comin through
You run, you gonna hide
You gonna try to say that you got ya one just to stay
It work bitch don't even try
I'm blowin holes in yo chest the gun that I fire
Comin thru dome, come 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 slangin them tapes
Shoutout to Double A and the he makes
Esham, my dogs runnin on the east
My street gang's grown, muthafucka
My juggalos, we one big
the Chaos Theory, cmon get wit it
Psychopathic ninjas on a killing
Creeping in the of eternity
Psychopathic ninjas you never see
As the blade 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 ever about escapin this place?
Sure I do, but ya see those walls and 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...