Luyện nghe bài hát Red Christmas

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

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

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

What's that, I better quick, oh fuck, it's the real St.Nick
And he must've been taken a shit but
I better move 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 kind never have again
'Cuz if you have a dead Christmas means you're dead
And the end"

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

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

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

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

If I'm gonna die you should come with me 'cuz we
It hit me, damn I'm dying, I'm 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 so whack

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

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

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