Luyện nghe bài hát Psychopathic

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

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

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

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

All the packed into one nut
I was on a bus and my head blew up
And the make ya sick
Violent J, motherfucker, psychopathic,

you knew it bitch
The ICP is up of psychotic
Demented psycho motherfuckers
And when we'll put a hook on your leg
Like it ain't nobody's

So, I'm standing by the train
Then you see me running but naked a battle axe
I'm swinging and and chopping 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', rude and my testicles
a cold two litre in hand
Rapping to the at the French fry stand

Take it to the Patent
I'll make a sexist 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 make you sick
J, motherfucker, psychopathic