Luyện nghe bài hát Psycopathic

The of america are breeding grounds
For the criminal
As for years have killed one another of
And has enjoyed it's creation
But now these ghetto-minded
Have crossed the line your neighborhood
And will soon you a taste of the hell
That they have lived for so
So pops, this time your son gets shot
Deal with your own
Well, I've been to the house and then some
Payed me dues but I'm still a hoodlum
out of school 'cause I couldn't find my locker
Stubbles on my chin, I got hair like
see me sleeping on the street
Don't for a job 'cause there's no jobs looking for me
Then it all to my head
Next, forty-nine motherfuckers
Tell the I did it
spot at your back
And beat you in the with it
And your bitch in place
Or I'm a send her ass home with a foot print on her
Uh, I'm hating
Shoot them in the face, steb back and itch my
I'm in the sac
'cause I so hard it'll break they back
All the pressure's into one nut
I was on a bus and my head blew up
And the make ya sick
Violent j, motherfucker,

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

I'll throw rocks at dogs
Build out of lincoln logs
I cut class, said I was a
You was in school, I was home watching green
Now I'm all up in your
You can hear the rap with all that bass
I'm running a southwest street gang
And I never let my southwest meat
'cause you know what icp's all
Take a off the street
And bust you in the
Find the girl's rich
And his sweet little angel's my freak bitch
But I the turkey up with the stuffing
Like billy say, "a bitch ain't nothing"
her by the arm and break
Grab her by the life and it
And, ya know, the sight'll ya sick
Violent j, motherfucker,