Luyện nghe bài hát Psychopathic

As for years, have killed one another of
And America has its creation
But now ghetto minded criminals
Have crossed the line into your
And will soon give you a of the hell
they have lived for so long
So pops, time it's your son gets shot
Deal with 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 sleeping on the
look for a job, 'cuz there's no jobs looking for me
Then it all to my head
Next thing, forty nine dead

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

All the pressure's into one nut
I was waiting on a bus and my head 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 put a hook on your dumb leg
Like it nobody's business

So, I'm by the train tracks
Then you see me running but with a battle axe
I'm swinging and slicing and and cutting and
Ah, I'm nothing

Seems like I get beat down
Like the hawk turned to the wicked
turned out to the ghetto 'cuz
Southwest is commended one's home

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

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

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