Luyện nghe bài hát Psycopathic

The of america are breeding grounds
For the criminal
As for years they have one another of
And america has enjoyed creation
But now these criminals
Have crossed the line into neighborhood
And will soon you a taste of the hell
That have lived for so long
So pops, this time it's son gets shot
Deal your own creation
Well, I've to the storm house and then some
Payed me dues but I'm still a hoodlum
Dropped out of 'cause I couldn't find my locker
Stubbles on my chin, I got like chewbacca
Might see me sleeping on the
Don't for a job 'cause there's no jobs looking for me
Then it all to my head
Next, forty-nine motherfuckers
Tell the I did it
spot at your back
And beat you in the with it
And your bitch in place
Or I'm a send her ass home with a foot print on her
Uh, I'm hating
Shoot them in the face, steb back and my nuts
I'm in the sac
'cause I so hard 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 make ya
j, motherfucker, psychopathic

Thought you bitch
The icp is up of psychotic
psycho clumsy motherfuckers
And we'll put a hook on bumb leg
Like it ain't business
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
Seems I always get beat down
Like the hawk to the wicked clown
turned out to the ghetto 'cause
Southwest detriot is comended 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 french fry
it to the patent park
Then I'll make a sexist
they're all eventually bitching
Serve me fucking take your ass to the
Police don't me it's obvious
Just don't look in the
Or the make you sick
Violent j, motherfucker,
(theme "halloween")
Yeah, always been a psycho

I'll throw at stray dogs
Build 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 face
You can barely hear the rap with all that
I'm running with a southwest gang
And I let my southwest meat hang
'cause you what icp's all about
Take a off the street
And you in the mouth
the girl's daddy's rich
And his sweet little angel's my sewer freak
But I filled the turkey up 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 make ya sick
Violent j, motherfucker,