Luyện nghe bài hát Psycopathic

The ghettos of america are breeding
For the criminal
As for years they killed one another of
And america has enjoyed it's
But now ghetto-minded criminals
Have crossed the line your neighborhood
And will soon you a taste of the hell
they 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
Payed me but I'm still a street hoodlum
Dropped out of school 'cause I find my locker
Stubbles on my chin, I got hair chewbacca
Might see me sleeping on the
Don't look for a job 'cause there's no looking for me
Then it all went to my
Next, forty-nine motherfuckers
the pigs I did it
Place at your back
And beat you in the with it
And your bitch in place
Or I'm a send her ass home with a foot print on her
Uh, I'm sluts
Shoot in the face, steb back and itch 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
Demented psycho clumsy
And we'll put a on your bumb leg
Like it ain't 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, I'm nothing
Seems like I always get beat
Like the hawk turned to the wicked
Tail turned out to the ghetto
Southwest detriot is comended home
So you might see me at a
Cussin', rude, and my testicles
a cold two-liter in hand
Rapping to the at the french fry stand
Take it to the park
Then make a sexist remark
'cause they're all eventually
Serve me fucking take ass to the kitchen
don't like me it's obvious
Just look in the trunk
Or the sight'll make you
Violent j, motherfucker,
(theme "halloween")
Yeah, always been a psycho

I'll throw at stray dogs
Build crackhouses out of lincoln
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 with all bass
I'm running with a southwest street
And I let my southwest meat hang
'cause you know icp's all about
a brick off the street
And you in the mouth
Find the daddy's rich
And his sweet little angel's my sewer freak
But I filled the turkey up the stuffing
Like billy say, "a bitch ain't nothing"
Grab her by the arm and
her by the life and take it
And, ya know, the sight'll ya sick
j, motherfucker, psychopathic