Luyện nghe bài hát Psycopathic

The of america are breeding grounds
For the criminal
As for years have killed one another of
And america has it's creation
But now these ghetto-minded
Have crossed the into your neighborhood
And will soon give you a taste of the
That have lived for so long
So pops, this it's your son gets shot
Deal with your own
Well, I've been to the storm house and some
Payed me dues but I'm still a street
Dropped out of school 'cause I couldn't find my
Stubbles on my chin, I got hair chewbacca
Might see me sleeping on the
look for a job 'cause there's no jobs looking for me
Then it all went to my
Next, forty-nine dead
the pigs I did it
Place at your back
And beat you in the head it
And your bitch in place
Or I'm a send her ass home with a print on her face
Uh, I'm sluts
them in the face, steb back and itch my nuts
I'm in the sac
'cause 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 sight'll ya sick
j, motherfucker, psychopathic

Thought you know
The icp is made up of
Demented clumsy motherfuckers
And we'll put a hook on bumb leg
Like it ain't nobody's
So I'm standing by the tracks
you see me running but naked with a battle axe
I'm swinging and slicing and and cutting and..
Aah, I'm nothing
Seems like I always get beat
Like the turned to the wicked clown
Tail turned out to the ghetto
Southwest detriot is comended home
So you see me at a festival
Cussin', rude, and my testicles
a cold two-liter in hand
Rapping to the at the french fry stand
Take it to the park
Then I'll a sexist remark
'cause all eventually bitching
me fucking take your ass to the kitchen
Police don't like me it's
Just don't look in the
Or the make you sick
j, motherfucker, psychopathic
(theme "halloween")
Yeah, I've always a psycho

I'll rocks at stray dogs
Build out of lincoln logs
I cut class, I was a faker
You was in school, I was home watching acres
Now I'm all up in your
You can barely hear the rap all that bass
I'm with a southwest street gang
And I let my southwest meat hang
you know what icp's all about
Take a brick off the
And bust you in the
the girl's daddy's rich
And his sweet little angel's my sewer freak
But I filled the turkey up with the
Like billy bill say, "a ain't nothing"
her by the arm and break
Grab her by the life and it
And, ya know, the make ya sick
Violent j, motherfucker,