Luyện nghe bài hát Red Christmas

Jiggle my mutha fucken balls,
Clown Posse is back in this mutha fucka
Hey yo, Violent J, up?

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

Now, what to do, I feel whack, I got stuck in a chimney
But I hack and shimmer on down Santa Claus
Can't fuck around, now room, I creep, tiptoes
'Cuz they asleep, I pulled out the and slid down the hall
I got a for all of y'all

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

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

Have a merry Christmas you fuckin'
Seasons greatings loser, yo 2 Dope it

Jack Frost nibbles, ha, but fuck that I got a home
So he nibbles on my nut sack and my crack, toes and elbows
My nutz is froze, fuck you hoes, so I made a friend me
A snow man, he was with the clown like a blow man
Had a hat and eyes outta charcoal and a pipe, we fill it with

Me and him songs in the snowflakes, he ate snowballs
I ate and we both would freeze our ballz off
I was there every his head fallz off, I put it back on for him
With a smile, he was my boy, made a snow pile
Then the came, a blizzard, snow, wind, ice, a blizzard
We pulled we hid in an alley, the next day
It was like valley

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

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

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

'Happy New bitch, boy, hey, I got a new years resolution
For chicken ass mutha 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 your
Don't talk back just suck my and fiddle with my ballz

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