Luyện nghe bài hát Psychopathic

As for years, they have one another of
And America has its creation
But now these ghetto criminals
Have crossed the line into neighborhood
And soon give you a taste of the hell
That they lived for so long
So pops, this it's your son gets shot
with your own creation

Well, I've been to the house and then some
Payed me dues, but I'm still a hoodlum
Dropped out of school, 'cuz I couldn't find my
Stubbles on my chin, I got hair Chewbacca

Might see me sleeping on the
Don't look for a job, 'cuz no jobs looking for me
Then it all went to my
Next thing, nine motherfuckers dead

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

All the pressure's into one nut
I was on a bus and my head blew up
And the make ya sick
J, motherfucker, psychopathic, psychopathic

Thought you 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 always get beat
Like the hawk turned to the wicked
Tail out to the ghetto 'cuz
Detroit is commended one's home

So you might see me at a
Cussin', and scratching my testicles
With a cold two in hand
to the bitch at the French fry stand

Take it to the Patent
I'll make a sexist remark
'Cuz all eventually bitching
Serve me fucking take your ass to the

Police don't me, it's obvious
Just don't in the trunk
Or the sight'll you sick
J, motherfucker, psychopathic