Luyện nghe bài hát Psycopathic

The of america are breeding grounds
For the minded
As for years they have killed one of
And america has enjoyed creation
But now these criminals
Have crossed the into your neighborhood
And soon give you a taste of the hell
That they lived for so long
So pops, this it's your son gets shot
with your own creation
Well, been to the storm house and then some
Payed me dues but I'm still a street
Dropped out of school I couldn't find my locker
Stubbles on my chin, I got like chewbacca
Might see me sleeping on the
Don't for a job 'cause 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 back
And beat you in the head it
And keep your 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 and itch my nuts
I'm in the sac
'cause I fuck so hard break they back
All the pressure's packed one nut
I was waiting on a bus and my head up
And the sight'll ya sick
Violent j, motherfucker,

Thought you know
The icp is made up of
Demented psycho clumsy
And we'll put a on your bumb leg
it ain't nobody's business
So I'm standing by the tracks
Then you see me running but naked with a axe
I'm swinging and slicing and chopping and and..
Aah, until I'm
Seems like I always get beat
Like the hawk to the wicked clown
turned out to the ghetto 'cause
Southwest detriot is comended one's
So you might see me at a
Cussin', rude, and scratching my
a cold two-liter in hand
Rapping to the bitch at the fry stand
Take it to the patent
I'll make a sexist remark
'cause they're all eventually
me fucking take your ass to the kitchen
Police don't like me obvious
Just don't in the trunk
Or the sight'll make you
j, motherfucker, psychopathic
(theme "halloween")
Yeah, I've always been a

I'll throw rocks at dogs
crackhouses out of lincoln logs
I cut class, said I was a
You was in school, I was watching green acres
Now I'm all up in face
You can barely hear the rap all that bass
I'm running with a southwest street
And I never let my southwest meat
'cause you know what all about
Take a off the street
And you in the mouth
Find the girl's daddy's
And his sweet little angel's my sewer freak
But I filled the turkey up with the
Like billy bill say, "a bitch nothing"
Grab her by the arm and
Grab her by the life and it
And, ya know, the sight'll make ya
j, motherfucker, psychopathic