Luyện nghe bài hát Psycopathic

The ghettos of america are grounds
For the minded
As for years they have one another of
And has enjoyed it's creation
But now these criminals
Have crossed the into your neighborhood
And will soon give you a taste of the
That they have lived for so
So pops, this it's your 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 hoodlum
Dropped out of school 'cause I couldn't my locker
on my chin, I got hair 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
Place spot at back
And beat you in the head it
And keep 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 itch my
I'm in the sac
'cause I fuck so hard break 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 we'll put a hook on bumb leg
Like it ain't nobody's
So I'm by the train tracks
Then you see me running but naked a battle axe
I'm swinging and and chopping and cutting and..
Aah, I'm nothing
Seems like I get beat down
Like the hawk to the wicked clown
turned out to the ghetto 'cause
Southwest detriot is one's home
So you see me at a festival
Cussin', rude, and my testicles
With a 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 take your ass to the kitchen
Police don't me it's obvious
Just don't look in the
Or the make you sick
Violent j, motherfucker,
(theme "halloween")
Yeah, I've always a psycho

I'll throw rocks at stray
Build out of lincoln logs
I cut class, I was a faker
You was in school, I was home green acres
Now I'm all up in your
You can barely the rap with all that bass
I'm running a southwest street gang
And I never let my southwest meat
'cause you know what icp's all
a brick off the street
And you in the mouth
Find the daddy's rich
And his sweet little angel's my sewer bitch
But I filled the up with the stuffing
Like bill say, "a bitch ain't nothing"
her by the arm and break
Grab her by the and take it
And, ya know, the sight'll make ya
Violent j, motherfucker,