Luyện nghe bài hát Insane Killas

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

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

This aint no blair
beware
Ill pick ur motherfuckin with an icepick
me
the V I C E
well heres my
Im outta
rap cujo ya know my is ferocious
last survivor with a mouth of cockroaches
I bring this pocus
flying away
like the days 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 explosive bombs
I spit like major cities at 11PM
while zipping bodies in the like the line at GM
ice mixed with blood is the killers
here with the clowns from the underground it's a lyrical

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

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

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

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