Luyện nghe bài hát Psycopathic

The ghettos of america are grounds
For the minded
As for years they have killed one of
And america has enjoyed creation
But now ghetto-minded criminals
Have crossed the into your neighborhood
And will soon give you a of the hell
That they have for so long
So pops, this time it's your son gets
Deal your own creation
Well, I've to the storm house and then some
Payed me but I'm still a street 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 look for a job there's no jobs looking for me
Then it all went to my
Next, forty-nine motherfuckers
Tell the I did it
spot at your back
And beat you in the with it
And keep your bitch in
Or I'm a her ass home with a foot print on her face
Uh, I'm hating
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 pressure's packed one nut
I was waiting on a bus and my head up
And the sight'll ya sick
Violent j, motherfucker,

Thought you know
The icp is made up of
psycho clumsy motherfuckers
And we'll put a on your bumb leg
Like it nobody's business
So I'm standing by the train
Then you see me running but with a battle axe
I'm and slicing and chopping and cutting and..
Aah, I'm nothing
like I always get beat down
Like the hawk turned to the clown
turned out to the ghetto 'cause
Southwest is comended one's home
So you see me at a festival
Cussin', rude, and scratching my
With a cold two-liter in
Rapping to the bitch at the french fry
it to the patent park
Then I'll make a sexist
'cause they're all eventually
Serve me fucking your ass to the kitchen
don't like me it's obvious
Just don't in the trunk
Or the make you sick
j, motherfucker, psychopathic
(theme "halloween")
Yeah, I've always a psycho

I'll throw rocks at stray
Build crackhouses out of lincoln
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 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 brick off the
And bust you in the
Find the girl's rich
And his sweet little my sewer freak bitch
But I filled the turkey up with the
Like billy say, "a bitch ain't nothing"
Grab her by the arm and
Grab her by the and take it
And, ya know, the sight'll make ya
j, motherfucker, psychopathic