Luyện nghe bài hát Lunatics In The Grass

Straight from the Ward
again

Verse B-Real

Psycho from the ward, a warning, a fucking
Lookin' around, paranoid devoid the banner
In the combat, the leaf control
A sea, bring a pound of weed and get
You going crazy, understand
Why you never me? Don't foil the plan!
Head-to-head combat, I'm on mission
You wishin' to disappear? Some mission is near!
Sick-o!
through the hall, yes y'all!
Hear the call to the D.A., fucking
They all raid my spot and take hits
But I'm breakin' that L.A. Law like Jimmy
Insane, in the head it's lead!
I'm loco, 'til I'm dead, said!
Actions allowing the words to in
having all the way down, to the depths of Hell
You me? Lunatic in the grass, lost
You a psycho, like my nigga Frost?

Looney, turned sick
Psycho, in the head, I go
Can't keep my head straight from the laws I
You too, twistin' up my mind state!

Verse Two:

For who really don't understand
Why we, going insane, just crazy!
Buggin' now from, all the I see
All tread bad and I in 3D
We be the psycho doers, turned
to survive all these street cop killers
I'll tell ya now, everlasting
if you try, but you laugh it won't be subtracting
It ain't no but mad
You better it up, you steppin' to a psychopath
Game over, I'm intoxicated, sober
one steps up, I'm poisonous like a deadly cobra!
The reason why I say this
Is y'all breakin' this (?) got me tripping
One can maintain, for so long
all the screws in your head are loose and worn
Now you're the (?) straight remain nameless
known from crazy acts, making you famous

Verse B-Real

I'm the pocus, tell me how you feel
When I smoke motherfucker coming for the kill!
If the element, unfolding
But the reckoning, brings settling with the metal
Breaking out the .45 sick, to get
If you arrive, don't get nervous! You wanna
Sick, in the brain, I'm trippin'!
I'm sippin' on the wine, it's all in the mind,
We dippin' now, you make me wanna
about, my mental state
Think I to rehabilitate
Wipe the slate, look inside your fate, wait
But don't you motherfuckers can't in the gate!
Get your ass on, you pass on, we on
The armed, shitted on the last one, c'mon!
Psycho assassins your membrane
Lunatics in the grass, feeding it to vein!

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