Luyện nghe bài hát Psychopathic

As for years, they killed one another of
And has enjoyed its creation
But now these ghetto criminals
Have crossed the line into neighborhood
And soon give you a taste of the hell
they have lived for so long
So pops, this time it's your son gets
Deal your 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 my locker
on my chin, I got hair like Chewbacca

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, spot at your back
And beat you in the with it
And your bitch in place
Or I'ma send her ass home with a print on her face
I'm sluts, shoot them in the face
Step back and itch my nuts, I'm in the sac
I fuck so hard, it'll break they back

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

Thought you it bitch
The ICP is made up of
Demented clumsy motherfuckers
And when we'll put a hook on dumb 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 and slicing and chopping and cutting and
Ah, until I'm

Seems like I always get beat
Like the hawk turned to the clown
Tail out to the ghetto 'cuz
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 I'll a sexist remark
they're 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