Luyện nghe bài hát Psycopathic

The of america are breeding grounds
For the criminal
As for years they have killed one of
And america has enjoyed creation
But now these ghetto-minded
Have crossed the line into neighborhood
And soon give you a taste of the hell
they have lived for so long
So pops, this it's your son gets shot
with your own creation
Well, I've to the storm house and then some
Payed me dues but I'm still a street
Dropped out of school 'cause I couldn't my locker
Stubbles on my chin, I got hair chewbacca
Might see me on the street
Don't for a job 'cause there's no jobs looking for me
it all went to my head
Next, forty-nine dead
the pigs I did it
Place spot at back
And you in the head with it
And keep your in place
Or I'm a her ass home with a foot print on her face
Uh, I'm sluts
Shoot in the face, steb back and itch my nuts
I'm in the sac
'cause I fuck so it'll break they back
All the packed into one nut
I was on a bus and my head blew up
And the make ya sick
j, motherfucker, psychopathic

Thought you bitch
The icp is up of psychotic
Demented psycho clumsy
And we'll put a hook on your leg
Like it nobody's business
So I'm standing by the tracks
Then you see me but naked with a battle axe
I'm swinging and and chopping and cutting and..
Aah, I'm nothing
Seems like I always get beat
Like the hawk to the wicked clown
Tail turned out to the 'cause
Southwest detriot is comended one's
So you see me at a festival
Cussin', rude, and scratching my
a cold two-liter in hand
Rapping to the at the french fry stand
Take it to the park
I'll make a sexist remark
'cause they're all eventually
Serve me fucking your ass to the kitchen
Police don't like me obvious
Just look in the trunk
Or the sight'll you sick
Violent j, motherfucker,
(theme "halloween")
Yeah, I've always a psycho

I'll throw at stray dogs
crackhouses out of lincoln logs
I cut class, said I was a
You was in school, I was home green acres
Now I'm all up in face
You can hear the rap with all that bass
I'm running with a southwest gang
And I never let my meat hang
you know what icp's all about
Take a brick off the
And you in the mouth
the girl's daddy's rich
And his little angel's my sewer freak bitch
But I filled the up with the stuffing
Like bill say, "a bitch ain't nothing"
Grab her by the arm and
Grab her by the and take it
And, ya know, the make ya sick
Violent j, motherfucker,