Luyện nghe bài hát Psychopathic

As for years, have killed one another of
And America has its creation
But now these minded criminals
Have crossed the line into your
And will soon give you a taste of the
That they lived for so long
So pops, this time it's your son shot
Deal your own creation

Well, I've to the storm house and then some
me dues, but I'm still a street hoodlum
Dropped out of school, 'cuz I find my locker
Stubbles on my chin, I got like Chewbacca

Might see me on the street
Don't look for a job, 'cuz no jobs looking for me
Then it all to my head
Next thing, nine motherfuckers dead

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

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

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

So, I'm standing by the tracks
you see me running but naked with a battle axe
I'm and slicing and chopping and cutting and
Ah, I'm nothing

Seems like I always get down
Like the hawk turned to the clown
turned out to the ghetto 'cuz
Southwest Detroit is commended home

So you might see me at a
Cussin', rude and scratching my
With a two litre in hand
to the bitch at the French fry stand

Take it to the Patent
I'll make a sexist remark
'Cuz they're all eventually
Serve me fucking take ass to the kitchen

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