Luyện nghe bài hát Psychopathic

As for years, they have killed one of
And has enjoyed its creation
But now ghetto minded criminals
Have crossed the line into neighborhood
And will give you a taste of the hell
That they have for so long
So pops, this it's your son gets shot
with 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, I couldn't find my locker
Stubbles on my chin, I got like Chewbacca

Might see me on the street
look for a job, 'cuz there's no jobs looking for me
Then it all to my head
Next thing, forty motherfuckers dead

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

All the packed into one nut
I was waiting on a bus and my blew up
And the make ya sick
Violent J, motherfucker, psychopathic,

you knew it bitch
The ICP is up of psychotic
psycho clumsy motherfuckers
And when we'll put a hook on dumb leg
Like it ain't business

So, I'm by the train tracks
Then you see me but naked with a battle axe
I'm and slicing and chopping and cutting and
Ah, until I'm

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

So you see me at a festival
Cussin', rude and scratching my
a cold two litre in hand
Rapping to the at the French fry stand

Take it to the Patent
Then make a sexist remark
they're all eventually bitching
Serve me fucking take your ass to the

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