Luyện nghe bài hát Psycopathic

The of america are breeding grounds
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 into neighborhood
And soon give you a taste of the hell
That they lived for so long
So pops, this time it's your son gets
with your own creation
Well, I've been to the house and then some
Payed me dues but I'm still a street
Dropped out of school 'cause I 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 went to my
Next, forty-nine dead
the pigs I did it
Place at your back
And beat you in the head it
And your bitch in place
Or I'm a send her ass home with a foot print on her
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 on a bus and my head blew up
And the sight'll ya sick
j, motherfucker, psychopathic

Thought you know
The icp is made up of
psycho clumsy motherfuckers
And put a hook on your bumb leg
Like it ain't business
So I'm by the train tracks
you see me running but naked with a battle axe
I'm and slicing and chopping and cutting and..
Aah, until I'm
Seems like I always get down
Like the hawk turned to the clown
turned out to the ghetto 'cause
Southwest detriot is comended one's
So you might see me at a
Cussin', rude, and my testicles
With a cold in hand
Rapping to the at the french fry stand
it to the patent park
Then I'll make a remark
'cause all eventually bitching
Serve me take your ass to the kitchen
Police don't like me obvious
don't look in the trunk
Or the make you sick
j, motherfucker, psychopathic
(theme "halloween")
Yeah, always been a psycho

I'll throw rocks at stray
Build 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 with a southwest street
And I let my southwest meat hang
'cause you know icp's all about
Take a off the street
And you in the mouth
the girl's daddy's rich
And his sweet little angel's my sewer freak
But I the turkey up with the stuffing
Like billy bill say, "a bitch nothing"
her by the arm and break
Grab her by the and take it
And, ya know, the sight'll make ya
j, motherfucker, psychopathic