Luyện nghe bài hát Psychopathic

As for years, have killed one another of
And America has its creation
But now these minded criminals
Have crossed the line into neighborhood
And will soon you a taste of the hell
That they lived for so long
So pops, this time your son gets shot
with your own creation

Well, I've to the storm house and then some
Payed me dues, but I'm a street hoodlum
Dropped out of school, I couldn't find 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
Then it all went to my
Next thing, forty motherfuckers dead

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

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

you knew it bitch
The ICP is made up of
Demented psycho clumsy
And we'll put a hook on your dumb leg
it ain't nobody's business

So, I'm by the train tracks
Then you see me but naked with a battle axe
I'm swinging and slicing and chopping and and
Ah, I'm nothing

Seems like I always get beat
Like the hawk to the wicked clown
Tail turned out to the ghetto
Southwest Detroit is commended home

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

it to the Patent Park
Then make a sexist remark
they're all eventually bitching
Serve me fucking take your ass to the

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