Luyện nghe bài hát Psycopathic

The ghettos of america are breeding
For the criminal
As for they have killed one another of
And america has it's creation
But now these ghetto-minded
crossed the line into your neighborhood
And soon give you a taste of the hell
That they have for so long
So pops, this it's your son gets shot
Deal with your own
Well, I've been to the storm house and some
Payed me but I'm still a street hoodlum
Dropped out of 'cause I couldn't find my locker
Stubbles on my chin, I got hair chewbacca
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 head it
And keep your in place
Or I'm a send her ass with a foot print on her face
Uh, I'm hating
Shoot them in the face, steb back and itch my
I'm in the sac
'cause I fuck so it'll break they back
All the pressure's into one nut
I was waiting on a bus and my blew up
And the sight'll ya sick
j, motherfucker, psychopathic

Thought you bitch
The icp is made up of
Demented psycho clumsy
And put a hook on your bumb leg
Like it ain't nobody's
So I'm standing by the train
Then you see me but naked with a battle axe
I'm swinging and slicing and and cutting and..
Aah, until I'm
like I always get beat down
Like the hawk turned to the clown
Tail turned out to the ghetto
detriot is comended 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 I'll make a sexist
they're all eventually bitching
Serve me take your ass to the kitchen
Police like me it's obvious
don't look in the trunk
Or the sight'll you sick
j, motherfucker, psychopathic
(theme "halloween")
Yeah, always been a psycho

I'll rocks at stray dogs
crackhouses out of lincoln logs
I cut class, said I was a
You was in school, I was home watching acres
Now I'm all up in face
You can barely the rap with all that bass
I'm with a southwest street gang
And I never let my southwest meat
'cause you know what all about
Take a brick off the
And you in the mouth
the girl's daddy's rich
And his little angel's my sewer freak bitch
But I filled the turkey up with the
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 make ya sick
Violent j, motherfucker,