Luyện nghe bài hát Psycopathic

The ghettos of america are grounds
For the minded
As for they have killed one another of
And america has it's creation
But now ghetto-minded criminals
Have the line into your neighborhood
And will soon give you a of the hell
That they have for so long
So pops, this it's your son gets shot
Deal with your own
Well, I've been to the storm house and then
Payed me dues but I'm a street hoodlum
out of school 'cause I couldn't find my locker
Stubbles on my chin, I got like chewbacca
Might see me on the street
Don't look for a job 'cause there's no looking for me
Then it all to my head
Next, forty-nine dead
the pigs I did it
Place spot at your
And beat you in the head it
And keep your in place
Or I'm a send her ass home with a foot on her face
Uh, I'm hating
Shoot them in the face, steb back and my nuts
I'm in the sac
'cause I fuck so hard it'll break back
All the packed into one nut
I was waiting on a bus and my blew up
And the sight'll ya sick
j, motherfucker, psychopathic

Thought you bitch
The icp is up of psychotic
Demented psycho clumsy
And we'll put a hook on your leg
Like it nobody's business
So I'm by the train tracks
Then you see me running but with a battle axe
I'm swinging and slicing and chopping and and..
Aah, until I'm
Seems like I get beat down
Like the hawk to the wicked clown
Tail out to the ghetto 'cause
Southwest detriot is one's home
So you might see me at a
Cussin', rude, and my testicles
a cold two-liter in hand
Rapping to the bitch at the french fry
Take it to the patent
Then I'll make a sexist
'cause they're all bitching
Serve me fucking take ass to the kitchen
Police don't like me obvious
Just don't in the trunk
Or the sight'll you sick
j, motherfucker, psychopathic
(theme "halloween")
Yeah, I've been a psycho

I'll throw at stray dogs
Build crackhouses out of logs
I cut class, said I was a
You was in school, I was home watching green
Now I'm all up in your
You can barely hear the rap all that bass
I'm running with a southwest gang
And I never let my southwest meat
'cause you what icp's all about
Take a off the street
And bust you in the
the girl's daddy's rich
And his little angel's my sewer freak bitch
But I the turkey up with the stuffing
Like billy bill say, "a ain't nothing"
her by the arm and break
Grab her by the life and it
And, ya know, the make ya sick
Violent j, motherfucker,