Luyện nghe bài hát Psychopathic

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

Well, I've been to the 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 hair like

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

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

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

Thought you knew it
The ICP is up of psychotic
Demented clumsy motherfuckers
And when we'll put a hook on dumb leg
Like it nobody's business

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

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

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

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

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