Luyện nghe bài hát Psychopathic

As for years, they have one another of
And America has its creation
But now these minded criminals
Have the line into your neighborhood
And soon give you a taste of the hell
That they have lived for so
So pops, time it's your son gets shot
Deal your own creation

Well, I've been to the storm house and then
Payed me dues, but I'm still a street
Dropped out of school, 'cuz I couldn't find my
on my chin, I got hair like Chewbacca

Might see me sleeping on the
Don't for a job, 'cuz there's no jobs looking for me
Then it all went to my
Next thing, nine motherfuckers dead

the pigs, I did it, place spot at your back
And beat you in the head it
And keep your in place
Or send her ass home with a foot print on her face
I'm hating sluts, shoot in the face
back and itch my nuts, 'less I'm in the sac
'Cuz I fuck so hard, it'll they back

All the pressure's packed one nut
I was on a bus and my head blew up
And the sight'll make ya
J, motherfucker, psychopathic, psychopathic

Thought you it bitch
The ICP is up of psychotic
Demented clumsy motherfuckers
And when put a hook on your dumb leg
Like it ain't nobody's

So, I'm by the train tracks
you see me running but naked with a battle axe
I'm swinging and slicing and and cutting and
Ah, until I'm

Seems like I always get beat
Like the turned to the wicked clown
Tail turned out to the ghetto
Southwest is commended one's home

So you see me at a festival
Cussin', and scratching my testicles
With a two litre in hand
Rapping to the bitch at the French fry

it to the Patent Park
Then I'll make a remark
'Cuz all eventually bitching
Serve me fucking your ass to the kitchen

Police don't me, it's obvious
don't look in the trunk
Or the sight'll you sick
J, motherfucker, psychopathic