Luyện nghe bài hát Psychopathic

As for years, they have killed one of
And America has its creation
But now these ghetto criminals
Have crossed the line your neighborhood
And will soon give you a of the hell
That they have lived for so
So pops, this time it's your son gets
with your own creation

Well, I've been to the storm house and then
Payed me dues, but I'm still a street
Dropped out of school, 'cuz I find my locker
on my chin, I got hair like Chewbacca

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

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

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

you knew it bitch
The ICP is up of psychotic
psycho clumsy motherfuckers
And when we'll put a hook on your leg
it ain't nobody's business

So, I'm by the train tracks
Then you see me running but naked a battle axe
I'm swinging and slicing and and cutting and
Ah, I'm nothing

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

So you see me at a festival
Cussin', and scratching my testicles
With a cold two litre in
Rapping to the bitch at the French fry

it to the Patent Park
Then I'll a sexist remark
'Cuz they're all bitching
Serve me fucking your ass to the kitchen

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