Luyện nghe bài hát Insane Killas

Shaggy 2
Violent J, Shaggy, Clown Posse, baby what
New York to L.A.
from to Greece
New Ghandi to your momma
we gives no fucks
Motha
natural serial murderers
mass mothafuckin muderers
bitch, come and meet your
J--
Im scary like Jaskson up close
I diggin up dead bodies
look at me Im
my name's Violent J but you can me syphillis
the clap cause i infected this rap
you wanna know if i could kill somebody
well thats like askin Charlie Manson if he's ever been in
I family, friends, myself
what, yeah, I'd kill myself if I could only
I to kill Rob Van Winkle, in fact thats how we met
I up to kill him and he was thinkin the same shit
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 and to murder, you gotta have it in you
like a dick all up in you, although I wouldn't now
look at us killas
the most playa hated rapper
and the most hated group together woooo!

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

This aint no blair
beware
Ill pick ur motherfuckin brain an icepick
me
the V I C E
well my trilogy
Im captivity
rap cujo ya my flow is ferocious
last survivor a mouth full of cockroaches
I bring hocus pocus
flying away
like the days of the motherfuckin loafers
I'm the redneck in the
2 axes in handy
to Violent J, ya damn right its a stanley
in the shadows of the dark with like spawn
in the dash blazin it up with bombs
I spit homicides like major cities at
while zipping in the dungeon like the line at GM
ice mixed with blood is the milkshake
here with the clowns from the underground a lyrical deathbreak

mass
natural born
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 your
like puffin steam
both your arms, gun in your mouth
knock your teeth out the nose of the fifth
bullets bust through the of your head ya die swift
fuckin wit tha clan, watch you say
we kill niggas 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 while you're chilling with your ho
and crack skull with a bottle of Mo
I'm a Sing-Sing
gun groove
brooklyn home of the original gun
gats get brung, niggas get
sons lose and mothers lose sons
I'm a

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

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