Luyện nghe bài hát Insane Killas

Shaggy 2
J, Shaggy, Insane Clown Posse, baby what
from New to L.A.
Chile to Greece
from New Ghandi to momma
we gives absolutly no
Motha
born serial murderers
mass mothafuckin murderin
bitch, and meet your maker
J--
Im scary like Michael up close
I diggin up dead bodies
at me Im gross
my name's J but you can call me syphillis
gonorrhea the clap cause i infected rap
you wanna know if i ever kill somebody
well thats like askin Charlie Manson if he's ever in jail
I family, friends, myself
what, yeah, I'd myself if I could only survive
I tried to kill Rob Van Winkle, in thats how we met
I went up to 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 and to murder, you gotta have it in you
it's like a dick all up in you, although I now
look at us killas
the world most hated rapper
and the most hated group together woooo!

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

This aint no witch
beware
Ill pick ur motherfuckin with an icepick
me
the V I C E
well my trilogy
Im captivity
rap cujo ya know my flow is
last survivor with a mouth full of
I bring hocus pocus
you're away
like the last days of the motherfuckin
I'm the redneck in the
2 axes come in
to Violent J, ya damn right its a stanley
in the shadows of the dark with darkman like
in the dash blazin it up with explosive
I spit homicides like cities at 11PM
while zipping bodies in the dungeon the line at GM
ice mixed with is the killers milkshake
here with the clowns from the it's a lyrical deathbreak

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

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

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

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