Luyện nghe bài hát Psycopathic

The ghettos of are breeding grounds
For the criminal
As for they have killed one another of
And america has enjoyed it's
But now ghetto-minded criminals
crossed the line into your neighborhood
And will give you a taste of the hell
That they lived for so long
So pops, this time it's your son gets
Deal your own creation
Well, I've been to the storm and then 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
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 beat you in the with it
And keep your bitch in
Or I'm a her ass home with a foot print on her face
Uh, I'm sluts
Shoot them in the face, steb and itch my nuts
I'm in the sac
'cause I fuck so hard 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
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 running but naked a battle axe
I'm and slicing and chopping and cutting and..
Aah, until I'm
Seems like I get beat down
Like the hawk turned to the clown
Tail turned out to the ghetto
Southwest detriot is one's home
So you might see me at a
Cussin', rude, and my testicles
With a cold two-liter in
Rapping to the at the french fry stand
it to the patent park
Then I'll make a remark
they're all eventually bitching
Serve me fucking your ass to the kitchen
Police don't like me obvious
Just don't in the trunk
Or the sight'll you sick
j, motherfucker, psychopathic
(theme "halloween")
Yeah, I've always 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 watching green 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 let my southwest meat hang
'cause you what 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 sewer bitch
But I filled the up with the stuffing
Like billy bill say, "a bitch 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,