Luyện nghe bài hát Psychopathic

As for years, they have killed one of
And America has its creation
But now ghetto minded criminals
Have crossed the line into your
And will give you a taste of the hell
they have lived for so long
So pops, time it's your son gets shot
Deal with own creation

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Police don't like me, it's
don't look in the trunk
Or the make you sick
Violent J, motherfucker,