Luyện nghe bài hát Insane Killas

Shaggy 2
Violent J, Shaggy, Insane Clown Posse, what
New York to L.A.
from Chile to
from New to your momma
we gives no fucks
fucka
natural serial murderers
mass murderin muderers
bitch, and meet your maker
J--
Im scary like Jaskson up close
I like diggin up bodies
look at me Im
my name's J but you can call me syphillis
gonorrhea the clap cause i this rap
you wanna if i could ever kill somebody
well thats like askin Charlie Manson if ever been in jail
I kill family, friends,
what, yeah, I'd kill myself if I only survive
I tried to kill Rob Van Winkle, in fact how we met
I went up to kill him and he was thinkin the same
I pulled out a chainsaw, he out and ax
I was come-on, wait is that a Stanley, where'd u get that
it's natural and to murder, you gotta it in you
it's like a all up in you, although I wouldn't now
look at us killas
the most playa hated rapper
and the hated group together like woooo!

mass
natural born
im not around
icky ya ya
icky ya ya
murders
natural killas
im not fuckin
icky ya ya
icky ya ya

This aint no witch
beware
Ill ur motherfuckin brain with an icepick
me
the V I C E
well my trilogy
Im captivity
rap cujo ya know my is ferocious
survivor with a mouth full of cockroaches
I bring hocus pocus
you're flying
the last days of the motherfuckin loafers
I'm the in the moshpit
2 axes come in
to answer Violent J, ya damn right its a
in the shadows of the with darkman like spawn
in the blazin it up with explosive bombs
I spit homicides like major at 11PM
while zipping in the dungeon like the line at GM
ice with blood is the killers milkshake
here with the clowns the underground it's a lyrical deathbreak

mass
natural killas
im not around
icky ya ya
icky ya ya
murders
natural born
im not around
icky ya ya
icky ya ya

Disrespect me I'll run in your
like puffin steam
break your arms, gun in your mouth
your teeth out with the nose of the fifth
bullets through the back of your head ya die swift
fuckin wit tha clan, watch you say
we niggas like the KKK
shoot you with an SK or a AK you gonna die either way
I'm a monster gun holding weed-head
cross me bet tomorrow you'll be
catch you at a show while you're chilling with ho
and your skull with a bottle of Mo
I'm a killer
gun captain
brooklyn of the original gun clapping
get brung, niggas get done
sons lose fathers and mothers sons
I'm a

mass
born killas
im not fuckin
icky ya ya
icky ya ya
mass
born killas
im not around
icky ya ya
icky ya ya
(Screams)
To die is a fate that must come to us all
But how to be buried alive
from the darkness they shuffle eyes glazed with
clawing for blood!

mass
born killas
im not around
icky ya ya
icky ya ya
mass
natural born
im not around
icky ya ya
icky ya ya