Luyện nghe bài hát Red Christmas

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

Christmas, time for a sadah, maybe your wife
Maybe daughter, it's midnight, I land my sleigh
Make way for jolly St.J, climb down the for the murder
Dressed as the fat man heard of , shimmy down
down, what 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 Santa Claus Clown
Can't around, now living room, I creep, tiptoes
'Cuz they asleep, I pulled out the axle and slid 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 must've been taken a shit but
I better quick now, so I jumped him, Santa's no joke
Fucked around got my damn broke
He strap, he shot, he miss gunshots, ho, ho, ho
I had a red

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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