Luyện nghe bài hát A Crowd Killer

I'm an anarchist, no wait, I'm an
Couldn't find a third six of my so I used a knife
it in, I'm wasted, getting trashed again
An active ten, laughing and friends

Selling dust to kids is how I to spend the day
'Cause I was only trying to live like Tim
I respect women's lib by them get their mace off
My dogs are hungry so I em with cutting your face off

Follow my lead, smoke and bleed sloppy
If you see me selling out in the store one more
Jump in the crowd and start swinging the
Then dismember all you high-tech spy with a swordfish

See these in the streets off TV, they all bitch
Fans with a mic battle, they all shit
So I push cop killers and things, they call
Then let off one in the crowds, they all

My career's low on gas, I'm the rapper in sight
A failure like Shady's ex-wife
One day got too pissed and sliced two wrists
I punch 'til there's coke all over my two fists

Look off crowd, connect nicotine buzz
Then find your bitch dug out the headrest where them screens was
your six, I got sixteen waiting
Anymore than when they switched me to out-patient

Left the hospital and dissed my crew
pop knew the deal and walked out when I was two
Get slammed in the dirt, and earth plate shaked
You ain't stirring hurricanes, you breath on birthday

See some more fags, we'll choke them
And beat promoters and be booked on spoken word
If I'm too sick, I'm sorry, I'm trying to get my head
Wrapped up in cult that I started on my website

See these cats in the streets off TV, they all
Fans with a mic wanna battle, all shit
So I cop killers and things, they call quits
let off one in the crowds, they all hits

I snap a copy of on DVD in half
Slice your neck and you a pamphlet on AIDS
Peddlers, break up is apparent
When I put together like Malcolm McLaren

So Keep staring, I keep feeding your flaws
I'm porn again like the scam got me in chain stores
Cage, 9 on Billboard, fuck
Now I gotta Kubrick on Lil' Bow Wow's nuts

Long range shots to you and your mans is
Missed and hit some skinny ugly bitch in Kansas
Scratch her eyes out right the evil itched her
a [unverified] elixir, a heaven [unverified]

See cats in the streets off TV, they all bitch
Fans a mic wanna battle, they all shit
So I cop killers and things, they call quits
Then let off one in the crowds, all hits