Luyện nghe bài hát Psycopathic

The of america are breeding grounds
For the minded
As for years they killed one another of
And america has enjoyed it's
But now ghetto-minded criminals
Have crossed the into your neighborhood
And will soon give you a taste of the
That they have lived for so
So pops, this time it's your son shot
Deal your own creation
Well, I've been to the storm house and then
me dues but I'm still a street hoodlum
Dropped out of 'cause I couldn't find my locker
Stubbles on my chin, I got like chewbacca
see me sleeping on the street
Don't look for a job 'cause no jobs looking for me
Then it all to my head
Next, motherfuckers dead
the pigs I did it
Place spot at back
And beat you in the head it
And your bitch in place
Or I'm a her ass home with a foot print on her face
Uh, I'm sluts
Shoot them in the face, steb back and my nuts
I'm in the sac
'cause I so hard it'll break they back
All the packed into one nut
I was waiting on a bus and my head up
And the sight'll ya sick
j, motherfucker, psychopathic

Thought you bitch
The icp is up of psychotic
Demented clumsy motherfuckers
And we'll put a hook on bumb leg
it ain't nobody's business
So I'm standing by the tracks
Then you see me running but naked a battle axe
I'm swinging and and chopping and cutting and..
Aah, until I'm
like I always get beat down
Like the turned to the wicked clown
Tail out to the ghetto 'cause
Southwest detriot is one's home
So you see me at a festival
Cussin', rude, and scratching my
With a two-liter in hand
Rapping to the at the french fry stand
Take it to the park
Then I'll make a remark
'cause they're all bitching
Serve me fucking take your ass to the
don't like me it's obvious
Just don't look in the
Or the sight'll you sick
Violent j, motherfucker,
(theme "halloween")
Yeah, always been a psycho

I'll throw rocks at dogs
Build out of lincoln logs
I cut class, I was a faker
You was in school, I was watching green acres
Now I'm all up in your
You can barely hear the rap with all bass
I'm running with a southwest street
And I never let my southwest hang
'cause you know what all about
Take a off the street
And you in the mouth
Find the girl's rich
And his sweet little angel's my freak bitch
But I filled the turkey up the stuffing
Like bill say, "a bitch ain't nothing"
her by the arm and break
Grab her by the life and it
And, ya know, the sight'll ya sick
j, motherfucker, psychopathic