Luyện nghe bài hát Psycopathic

The ghettos of are breeding grounds
For the minded
As for years they have 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 lived for so
So pops, this time your son gets shot
Deal your own creation
Well, I've to the storm house and then some
Payed me but I'm still a street hoodlum
Dropped out of school 'cause I couldn't find my
Stubbles on my chin, I got hair like
Might see me sleeping on the
look for a job 'cause there's no jobs looking for me
Then it all to my head
Next, motherfuckers dead
Tell the I did it
spot at your back
And you in the head 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 itch my
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 blew up
And the make ya sick
Violent j, motherfucker,

Thought you bitch
The icp is up of psychotic
Demented psycho 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 running but naked a battle axe
I'm swinging and slicing and chopping and and..
Aah, I'm nothing
Seems like I always get beat
Like the hawk turned to the clown
Tail turned out to the ghetto
Southwest detriot is comended home
So you see me at a festival
Cussin', rude, and scratching my
With a cold two-liter in
Rapping to the bitch at the french fry
Take it to the patent
Then I'll a sexist remark
'cause they're all eventually
me fucking take your ass to the kitchen
Police don't like me it's
Just look in the trunk
Or the sight'll you sick
j, motherfucker, psychopathic
(theme "halloween")
Yeah, I've been a psycho

I'll rocks at stray dogs
Build out of lincoln logs
I cut class, I was a faker
You was in school, I was home watching acres
Now I'm all up in face
You can barely hear the rap with all bass
I'm running a southwest street gang
And I never let my southwest hang
'cause you know icp's all about
a brick off the street
And you in the mouth
the girl's daddy's rich
And his sweet little angel's my freak bitch
But I filled the turkey up the stuffing
Like billy bill say, "a ain't nothing"
Grab her by the arm and
her by the life and take it
And, ya know, the sight'll ya sick
Violent j, motherfucker,