Luyện nghe bài hát Insane Killas

Shaggy 2
Violent J, Shaggy, Insane Posse, baby what
from New to L.A.
from Chile to
from New to your momma
we absolutly no fucks
fucka
natural born murderers
mass mothafuckin muderers
bitch, come and meet your
J--
Im scary Michael Jaskson up close
I like diggin up bodies
look at me Im
my Violent J but you can call me syphillis
the clap cause i infected this rap
you wanna know if i ever kill somebody
well thats askin Charlie Manson if he's ever been in jail
I family, friends, myself
what, yeah, I'd kill if I could only survive
I to kill Rob Van Winkle, in fact thats how we met
I up to kill him and he was thinkin the same shit
I pulled out a chainsaw, he out and ax
I was like come-on, is that a Stanley, where'd u get that
it's natural and to murder, you gotta it in you
it's like a dick all up in you, although I now
look at us natural
the most playa hated rapper
and the most hated group together woooo!

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

This no blair witch
bitch
Ill pick ur brain with an icepick
me
the V I C E
well heres my
Im captivity
rap cujo ya my flow is ferocious
last with a mouth full of cockroaches
I bring this hocus
flying away
like the last days of the motherfuckin
I'm the in the moshpit
2 axes in handy
to answer Violent J, ya right its a stanley
in the shadows of the with darkman like spawn
in the dash it up with explosive bombs
I spit like major cities at 11PM
while zipping bodies in the like the line at GM
ice with blood is the killers milkshake
here with the clowns from the it's a lyrical deathbreak

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

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

mass
born killas
im not around
icky ya ya
icky ya ya
mass
natural born
im not fuckin
icky ya ya
icky ya ya
(Screams)
OVERDUB: To die is a that must come 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
mass
born killas
im not fuckin
icky ya ya
icky ya ya