Luyện nghe bài hát Psychopathic

As for years, they have killed one of
And America has its creation
But now ghetto minded criminals
crossed the line into your neighborhood
And will soon you a taste of the hell
That have lived for so long
So pops, this time your son gets shot
Deal with own creation

Well, I've to the storm house and then some
Payed me dues, but I'm a street hoodlum
Dropped out of school, I couldn't find my locker
on my chin, I got hair like Chewbacca

Might see me sleeping on the
Don't look for a job, 'cuz there's no looking for me
it all went to my head
Next thing, forty nine dead

Tell the pigs, I did it, place spot at your
And beat you in the with it
And your bitch in place
Or I'ma her ass home with a foot print on her face
I'm hating sluts, them in the face
back and itch my nuts, 'less I'm in the sac
'Cuz I fuck so hard, break they back

All the packed into one nut
I was on a bus and my head blew up
And the sight'll make ya
J, motherfucker, psychopathic, psychopathic

Thought you knew it
The ICP is made up of
Demented clumsy motherfuckers
And when we'll put a on your dumb leg
Like it ain't business

So, I'm standing by the train
Then you see me running but naked with a axe
I'm swinging and and chopping and cutting and
Ah, I'm nothing

Seems I always get beat down
Like the turned to the wicked clown
Tail turned out to the 'cuz
Southwest Detroit is one's home

So you might see me at a
Cussin', and scratching my testicles
With a two litre in hand
Rapping to the bitch at the fry stand

Take it to the Park
I'll make a sexist remark
'Cuz they're all eventually
Serve me fucking take ass to the kitchen

Police don't like me, obvious
don't look in the trunk
Or the sight'll make you
Violent J, motherfucker,