Luyện nghe bài hát Psychopathic

As for years, they killed one another of
And America has enjoyed its
But now ghetto minded criminals
Have crossed the line into your
And will give you a taste of the hell
That they have lived for so
So pops, this time it's your son gets
with 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 my locker
Stubbles on my chin, I got hair like

Might see me on the street
Don't look for a job, 'cuz there's no jobs for me
it all went to my head
Next thing, forty motherfuckers dead

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

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

Thought you knew it
The ICP is up of psychotic
Demented clumsy motherfuckers
And when we'll put a hook on your leg
Like it nobody's business

So, I'm standing by the tracks
Then you see me running but with a battle axe
I'm swinging and slicing and chopping and and
Ah, until I'm

Seems like I get beat down
Like the hawk to the wicked clown
turned out to the ghetto 'cuz
Southwest Detroit is one's home

So you might see me at a
Cussin', rude and scratching my
a cold two litre in hand
Rapping to the at the French fry stand

Take it to the Park
Then I'll a sexist remark
they're all eventually bitching
Serve me take your ass to the kitchen

Police don't like me, obvious
don't look in the trunk
Or the sight'll make you
Violent J, motherfucker,