Luyện nghe bài hát Wigsplit

(Monoxide Child)
We cracked head in half
It wasn't funny but we
Twiztid running bitch for nine dash
A car is no equivalent
We far from
Crossing the and we gets ignorant
belligerent on the daily
Hoping somebody can save me
But I I'm dead wrong
All by
Fuck else I'm in a hole
And I can't breathe my lungs
Bad dreams I'm sleeping
Everybody creeping
so weak and I can't see em
My conscience keep me
in and out
Waking up in of sweat and cottonmouth
Them down niggas don't know about this
And niggas on the westside way to
Because eastside niggas talking hardcore shit
Enough to get the hit
We legit a mothafucka
Chilling with million peoples
Digging up graves and acting
You looking for the
More like something close to
You rappers don't sequel with bitches in Toledo. What?

(Chorus)
Die die
(Die mothafucka die die)
Die die
(Die die mothafucka die)
Die die
(Die die mothafucka die)
Die die
(Die mothafucka die die)

(Jamie Madrox)
I smoke to many and get high to much
work enough
Shit is to
I give a fuck less if the whole world blow up
Or what gang signs throw up
I'm to fed up to my head up
So I let it
afford a belt so my pants sag
Everybody seems to be a fag or a
But what the fuck happened is what I'm
The president is prejudice you and me
Then he's taking our money and he chilling tax free
And if you ask me that's another smack in the
We need to burn the White House and in his face
And judge should do a minimum of twenty to life
If can dish it they can take it,
tell me that right?
And every cop should be beat like Rodney
Non stop from the summer it turn to spring
a donut in their mouth and a badge in they ass
Because the pigs don't get no
get their wigs spilt

(Chorus)
Die die
(Die die mothafucka die)
Die die
(Die mothafucka die die)
Die die
(Die die mothafucka die)
Die die
(Die mothafucka die die)

(Monoxide Child)
My life is in to pieces
you I hope you die
In the where I lie
And burn my so I wont attract flies
In my a look of terror, cold as ice
So what if I slit my wrist once or

(Jamie Madrox)
Now I can split your wig with my bat
Or I can your eardrums with my brain dead rap
And you can call it this or
But I swing to the
Word to the Child, my brother
No other this

Knowledge for education
I got the
Bloody book
Kill the next motherfucker look
And always shaken ya never
Get your wig bitch and we out
Get wig spilt bitch and we out
Get your wig spilt and we out
Tell these motherfuckers what we talking

(Chorus)
Die die
(Die die mothafucka die)
Die die
(Die mothafucka die die)
Die die
(Die mothafucka die die)
Die die
(Die die mothafucka die)

DIE
DIE
DIE
DIE
you MOTHAFUCKA!!