Luyện nghe bài hát Psycopathic

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

Thought you bitch
The icp is up of psychotic
Demented clumsy motherfuckers
And we'll put a on your bumb leg
it ain't nobody's business
So I'm standing by the train
you see me running but naked with a battle axe
I'm swinging and slicing and and cutting and..
Aah, until I'm
Seems I always get beat down
Like the hawk turned to the wicked
Tail out to the ghetto 'cause
Southwest detriot is one's home
So you see me at a festival
Cussin', rude, and my testicles
a cold two-liter in hand
Rapping to the bitch at the french fry
Take it to the patent
I'll make a sexist remark
'cause all eventually bitching
Serve me fucking take ass to the kitchen
Police don't like me it's
don't look in the trunk
Or the sight'll you sick
j, motherfucker, psychopathic
(theme "halloween")
Yeah, I've always been a

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