Luyện nghe bài hát Psycopathic

The ghettos of america are breeding
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 your
And soon give you a taste of the hell
That have lived for so long
So pops, this time your son gets shot
with your own creation
Well, been to the storm house and then some
Payed me dues but I'm still a street
Dropped out of school 'cause I couldn't my locker
Stubbles on my chin, I got like chewbacca
Might see me on the street
Don't look for a job 'cause no jobs looking for me
Then it all went to my
Next, forty-nine motherfuckers
Tell the I did it
Place spot at your
And you in the head with it
And keep bitch in place
Or I'm a send her ass home with a print on her face
Uh, I'm hating
Shoot in the face, steb back and itch my nuts
I'm in the sac
'cause I fuck so it'll break they back
All the pressure's into one nut
I was on a bus and my head blew up
And the sight'll make ya
Violent j, motherfucker,

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 by the train tracks
you see me running but naked with a battle axe
I'm swinging and slicing and chopping and and..
Aah, I'm nothing
Seems like I always get down
Like the hawk turned to the wicked
Tail turned out to the 'cause
Southwest detriot is comended one's
So you see me at a festival
Cussin', rude, and scratching my
With a cold two-liter in
Rapping to the at the french fry stand
Take it to the patent
Then I'll a sexist remark
'cause all eventually bitching
Serve me fucking take ass to the kitchen
Police like me it's obvious
Just don't look in the
Or the sight'll make you
Violent j, motherfucker,
(theme "halloween")
Yeah, always been a psycho

I'll throw rocks at stray
crackhouses out of lincoln logs
I cut class, I was a faker
You was in school, I was watching green acres
Now I'm all up in face
You can barely hear the rap with all that
I'm running a southwest street gang
And I never let my southwest hang
'cause you know what icp's all
Take a off the street
And you in the mouth
Find the daddy's rich
And his sweet angel's my sewer freak 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 life and it
And, ya know, the make ya sick
Violent j, motherfucker,