Luyện nghe bài hát Psycopathic

The ghettos of america are grounds
For the criminal
As for they have killed one another of
And america has enjoyed it's
But now ghetto-minded criminals
crossed the line into your neighborhood
And will soon give you a of the hell
That they have for so long
So pops, this time it's son gets shot
Deal with your own
Well, I've to the storm house and then some
Payed me dues but I'm still a hoodlum
Dropped out of school 'cause I couldn't my locker
Stubbles on my chin, I got hair like
Might see me sleeping on the
Don't look for a job 'cause no jobs looking for me
it all went to my head
Next, forty-nine motherfuckers
the pigs I did it
Place at your back
And beat you in the with it
And keep bitch in place
Or I'm a send her ass home a foot print on her face
Uh, I'm hating
Shoot them in the face, steb back and my nuts
I'm in the sac
'cause I fuck so hard it'll break they
All the packed into one nut
I was waiting on a bus and my head up
And the sight'll make ya
j, motherfucker, psychopathic

Thought you bitch
The icp is up of psychotic
Demented clumsy motherfuckers
And we'll put a hook on bumb leg
Like it ain't 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 I always get beat down
Like the hawk turned to the wicked
Tail turned out to the 'cause
Southwest detriot is comended one's
So you might see me at a
Cussin', rude, and my testicles
With a cold two-liter in
Rapping to the bitch at the fry stand
Take it to the park
Then I'll make a remark
they're all eventually bitching
Serve me fucking take ass to the kitchen
Police don't like me it's
don't look in the trunk
Or the sight'll you sick
Violent j, motherfucker,
(theme "halloween")
Yeah, I've always a psycho

I'll throw rocks at dogs
Build out of lincoln logs
I cut class, I was a faker
You was in school, I was home watching green
Now I'm all up in your
You can barely hear the rap with all bass
I'm running a southwest street gang
And I never let my meat hang
'cause you know icp's all about
Take a off the street
And you in the mouth
Find the girl's rich
And his sweet angel's my sewer freak bitch
But I the turkey up with the stuffing
billy bill 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 ya sick
Violent j, motherfucker,