Luyện nghe bài hát Psycopathic

The ghettos of are breeding grounds
For the minded
As for years have killed one another of
And america has it's creation
But now ghetto-minded criminals
Have crossed the line into your
And will soon you a taste of the hell
That they have lived for so
So pops, this time it's your son shot
Deal with own creation
Well, I've been to the storm house and some
Payed me dues but I'm still a street
Dropped out of school 'cause I couldn't find my
on my chin, I got hair like chewbacca
Might see me sleeping on the
Don't look for a job 'cause no jobs looking for me
Then it all to my head
Next, forty-nine dead
the pigs I did it
Place spot at your
And beat you in the with it
And keep bitch 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 my nuts
I'm in the sac
'cause I fuck so hard break they back
All the pressure's packed one nut
I was on a bus and my head blew up
And the sight'll make ya
j, motherfucker, psychopathic

Thought you know
The icp is up of psychotic
psycho clumsy motherfuckers
And we'll put a on your bumb leg
Like it ain't business
So I'm standing by the tracks
Then you see me but naked with a battle axe
I'm and slicing and chopping and cutting and..
Aah, until I'm
like I always 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 scratching my
With a cold in hand
Rapping to the bitch at the fry stand
it to the patent park
Then make a sexist remark
'cause they're all bitching
Serve me take your ass to the kitchen
don't like 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 watching acres
Now I'm all up in face
You can barely hear the rap with all that
I'm with a southwest street gang
And I never let my southwest hang
'cause you know what all about
a brick off the street
And bust you in the
Find the girl's rich
And his sweet angel's my sewer freak bitch
But I filled the turkey up the stuffing
billy bill say, "a bitch 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,