Luyện nghe bài hát Insane Killas

Shaggy 2
Violent J, Shaggy, Insane Posse, baby what
New York to L.A.
from Chile to
from New Ghandi to momma
we absolutly no fucks
fucka
natural serial murderers
mass mothafuckin muderers
bitch, come and your maker
J--
Im scary like Michael Jaskson up
I like diggin up dead
at me Im gross
my name's Violent J but you can call me
the clap cause i infected this rap
you wanna know if i could ever kill
well thats like askin Manson if he's ever been in jail
I family, friends, myself
what, yeah, I'd kill myself if I could survive
I to kill Rob Van Winkle, in fact 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
natural and to murder, you gotta have it in you
it's a dick all up in you, although I wouldn't now
look at us natural
the world most playa rapper
and the hated group together like woooo!

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

This aint no blair
bitch
Ill pick ur motherfuckin with an icepick
me
the V I C E
well heres my
Im captivity
rap ya know my flow is ferocious
last survivor with a mouth of cockroaches
I bring this hocus
you're away
like the last days of the loafers
I'm the in the moshpit
2 axes come in
to answer Violent J, ya right its a stanley
in the shadows of the dark with darkman like
in the dash blazin it up explosive bombs
I spit homicides like major at 11PM
zipping bodies in the dungeon like the line at GM
ice mixed blood is the killers milkshake
here with the from the underground it's 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 stout
break both arms, gun in your mouth
knock your teeth out with the nose of the
bullets bust through the back of your head ya die
wit tha clan, watch what you say
we kill like 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 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 and mothers lose sons
I'm a

mass
natural killas
im not around
icky ya ya
icky ya ya
murders
natural born
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 darkness they shuffle eyes glazed with
clawing for blood!

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