Luyện nghe bài hát Psychopathic

As for years, they have killed one of
And has enjoyed its creation
But now these ghetto minded
Have the line into your neighborhood
And will give you a taste of the hell
they have lived for so long
So pops, this time it's son gets shot
with your own creation

Well, I've been to the storm house and some
me dues, but I'm still a street hoodlum
Dropped out of school, 'cuz I couldn't my locker
on my chin, I got hair like Chewbacca

Might see me on the street
Don't look for a job, 'cuz there's no jobs for me
it all went to my head
Next thing, forty motherfuckers dead

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Police don't like me, it's
Just don't in the trunk
Or the sight'll you sick
Violent J, motherfucker,