Luyện nghe bài hát Insane Killas

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

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

This aint no witch
bitch
Ill ur motherfuckin brain with an icepick
me
the V I C E
well my trilogy
Im outta
rap cujo ya know my flow is
last survivor with a mouth full of
I bring this pocus
you're flying
like the last of the motherfuckin loafers
I'm the in the moshpit
2 axes in handy
to answer Violent J, ya damn right its a
in the of the dark with darkman like spawn
in the dash blazin it up with explosive
I spit homicides like cities at 11PM
while zipping bodies in the like the line at GM
ice mixed with blood is the killers
here with the clowns the underground it's a lyrical deathbreak

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

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

mass
natural born
im not fuckin
icky ya ya
icky ya ya
mass
born killas
im not fuckin
icky ya ya
icky ya ya
(Screams)
OVERDUB: To die is a fate must come to us all
But how horrible to be buried
from the darkness they shuffle glazed with death
hands for blood!

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