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 enjoyed creation
But now these ghetto-minded
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 it's your son 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 'cause I couldn't find my
Stubbles on my chin, I got like chewbacca
Might see me on the street
Don't look for a job there's 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 you in the head with it
And keep your bitch in
Or I'm a send her ass home with a foot on her face
Uh, I'm hating
Shoot them in the face, steb and itch my nuts
I'm in the sac
'cause I so hard it'll break they back
All the pressure's packed one nut
I was waiting on a bus and my blew up
And the sight'll make ya
Violent j, motherfucker,

Thought you bitch
The icp is made up of
Demented psycho clumsy
And we'll put a hook on your leg
it ain't nobody's business
So I'm by the train tracks
Then you see me running but 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 turned to the wicked
Tail turned out to the 'cause
Southwest detriot is one's home
So you see me at a festival
Cussin', rude, and my testicles
With a cold two-liter in
Rapping to the at the french fry stand
Take it to the park
Then I'll make a sexist
'cause all eventually bitching
Serve me fucking your ass to the kitchen
Police don't me it's obvious
Just don't look in the
Or the sight'll you sick
j, motherfucker, psychopathic
(theme "halloween")
Yeah, I've been a psycho

I'll rocks at stray dogs
Build 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 face
You can barely hear the rap with all bass
I'm running with a southwest gang
And I never let my southwest meat
'cause you what icp's all about
Take a brick off the
And bust you in the
Find the girl's rich
And his sweet angel's my sewer freak bitch
But I the turkey up with the stuffing
Like billy bill say, "a ain't nothing"
Grab her by the arm and
her by the life and take it
And, ya know, the sight'll make ya
Violent j, motherfucker,