Luyện nghe bài hát Psycopathic

The of america are breeding grounds
For the criminal
As for they have killed one another of
And has enjoyed it's creation
But now these criminals
crossed the line into your neighborhood
And will soon give you a of the hell
That have lived for so long
So pops, this time it's son gets shot
with your own creation
Well, I've been to the storm house and then
me dues but I'm still a street hoodlum
Dropped out of school 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, forty-nine motherfuckers
Tell the 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 home with a print on her face
Uh, I'm sluts
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 pressure's into one nut
I was waiting on a bus and my blew up
And the make ya sick
Violent j, motherfucker,

Thought you know
The icp is made up of
psycho clumsy motherfuckers
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 but naked with a battle axe
I'm swinging and slicing and and cutting and..
Aah, until I'm
Seems like I always get beat
Like the hawk turned to the clown
Tail turned out to the 'cause
Southwest detriot is comended one's
So you might see me at a
Cussin', rude, and my testicles
With a cold two-liter in
Rapping to the bitch at the fry stand
Take it to the park
I'll make a sexist remark
'cause all eventually bitching
Serve me take your ass to the kitchen
Police like me it's obvious
Just don't look in the
Or the sight'll make you
j, motherfucker, psychopathic
(theme "halloween")
Yeah, always been a psycho

I'll throw rocks at stray
crackhouses out of lincoln logs
I cut class, said I was a
You was in school, I was home watching green
Now I'm all up in your
You can barely hear the rap all that bass
I'm with a southwest street gang
And I let my southwest meat hang
'cause you know what all about
a brick off the street
And bust you in the
the girl's daddy's rich
And his sweet little angel's my sewer freak
But I filled the up with the stuffing
billy bill say, "a bitch ain't nothing"
Grab her by the arm and
Grab her by the and take it
And, ya know, the sight'll ya sick
j, motherfucker, psychopathic