Luyện nghe bài hát Psycopathic

The ghettos of are breeding grounds
For the criminal
As for years they killed one another of
And has enjoyed it's creation
But now these ghetto-minded
Have crossed the into your neighborhood
And will soon give you a taste of the
they have lived for so long
So pops, this time it's son gets shot
Deal your own creation
Well, I've been to the house and then some
Payed me dues but I'm still a street
out of school 'cause I couldn't find my locker
Stubbles on my chin, I got like chewbacca
Might see me on the street
Don't look for a job there's no jobs looking for me
Then it all to my head
Next, forty-nine dead
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 send her ass home with a foot 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 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 bitch
The icp is made up of
Demented psycho motherfuckers
And we'll put a hook on your leg
Like it ain't business
So I'm standing by the train
you see me running but naked with a battle axe
I'm swinging and slicing and chopping and and..
Aah, until I'm
Seems like I always get down
Like the turned to the wicked clown
Tail turned out to the 'cause
Southwest detriot is one's home
So you see me at a festival
Cussin', rude, and my testicles
a cold two-liter in hand
Rapping to the bitch at the fry stand
Take it to the park
Then make a sexist remark
'cause they're all bitching
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
Violent j, motherfucker,
(theme "halloween")
Yeah, always been 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 your
You can barely hear the rap with all bass
I'm running a southwest street gang
And I never let my southwest meat
'cause you what icp's all about
Take a off the street
And you in the mouth
Find the daddy's rich
And his little angel's my sewer freak bitch
But I filled the turkey up with the
Like billy bill say, "a bitch nothing"
Grab her by the arm and
her by the life and take it
And, ya know, the sight'll ya sick
j, motherfucker, psychopathic