Luyện nghe bài hát Psycopathic

The ghettos of are breeding grounds
For the criminal
As for years have killed one another of
And america has enjoyed it's
But now these ghetto-minded
crossed the line into your neighborhood
And will soon give you a taste of the
they have lived for so long
So pops, this it's your son gets shot
Deal with your own
Well, I've been to the house and then some
Payed me dues but I'm a street hoodlum
out of school 'cause I couldn't find my locker
Stubbles on my chin, I got like chewbacca
see me sleeping on the street
Don't look for a job 'cause there's no jobs for me
Then it all to my head
Next, forty-nine dead
Tell the I did it
Place at your back
And you in the head 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
Shoot in the face, steb back and itch my nuts
I'm in the sac
'cause I fuck so hard it'll they back
All the packed into one nut
I was waiting on a bus and my head up
And the sight'll ya sick
j, motherfucker, psychopathic

Thought you know
The icp is made up of
Demented psycho clumsy
And put a hook on your bumb leg
it ain't nobody's business
So I'm standing by the train
Then you see me running but with a battle axe
I'm swinging and slicing and and cutting and..
Aah, until I'm
Seems like I always get down
Like the turned to the wicked clown
Tail turned out to the 'cause
detriot is comended one's home
So you might see me at a
Cussin', rude, and scratching my
a cold two-liter in hand
Rapping to the bitch at the fry stand
Take it to the patent
Then I'll make a sexist
'cause all eventually bitching
Serve me take your ass to the kitchen
Police don't me it's obvious
Just look in the trunk
Or the sight'll make you
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 watching green
Now I'm all up in your
You can barely hear the rap with all that
I'm with a southwest street gang
And I let my southwest meat hang
'cause you know icp's all about
Take a off the street
And you in the mouth
Find the daddy's rich
And his sweet little angel's my freak bitch
But I the turkey up with the stuffing
Like billy bill say, "a bitch nothing"
her by the arm and break
Grab her by the life and it
And, ya know, the make ya sick
j, motherfucker, psychopathic