Luyện nghe bài hát Red Christmas

Jiggle my mutha balls, bitch
Insane Clown Posse is back in this mutha
Hey yo, J, whats up?

It's Christmas, time for a sadah, maybe wife
Maybe your daughter, midnight, I land my sleigh
Make way for St.J, climb down the chimney for the murder
Dressed as the fat man everyone's of , shimmy down
Shimmy down, what the fuck, help me, I'm stuck

Now, what to do, I whack, I got stuck in a chimney stack
But I hack and shimmer on down Claus Clown
fuck around, now living room, I creep, tiptoes
'Cuz they asleep, I out the axle and slid down the hall
I got a gift for all of

What's that, I hide quick, oh fuck, it's the real St.Nick
And he must've been a shit but regardless
I move quick now, so I jumped him, Santa's no joke
Fucked around got my damn neck
He strap, he shot, he miss gunshots, ho, ho, ho
I had a red

"I'm dreaming of a dead Christmas, the kind you'll never again
'Cuz if you have a dead Christmas means you're dead
And the end"

Have a merry Christmas you chump
greatings loser, yo 2 Dope kick it

Jack Frost nibbles, ha, but fuck that I ain't got a
So he on my nut sack and my butt crack, toes and elbows
My nutz is froze, fuck you hoes, so I made a like me
A snow man, he was down with the clown like a man
Had a hat and outta charcoal and a pipe, we fill it with endow

Me and him sang in the snowflakes, he ate snowballs
I ate cornflakes and we would freeze our ballz off
I was every time his head fallz off, I put it back on for him
With a smile, he was my boy, made from a snow
Then the came, a blizzard, snow, wind, ice, a blizzard
We through we hid in an alley, the next day
It was like sunny

He was and I was just fine
He got and pulled out a nine

If I'm gonna die you should come me 'cuz we boyz
It hit me, I'm dying, I'm dead he got his wish
And all I got was red Christmas

Silent night, Violent fight, now I'm one to the head
Christmas this year seemed so

'Happy New Year' bitch, boy, hey, I got a new resolution
For your chicken ass to kiss my mutha fucken ass

bellz, jingle bellz, jingle all the way
Pass your mom up if the ICP don't play
Hey, Wicked Clowns, Clowns
Bitches, drop drawers
Don't talk back just suck my sack and fiddle my ballz

Yeah, ICP, forthe life, Christmas time
Know what I'm Mr.Chris Cringle, you fat bitch
Mutha never came, shit, I'm a slap your across
Your red ass mutha fucka, Southwest down