Luyện nghe bài hát Insane Killas

Shaggy 2
Violent J, Shaggy, Insane Clown Posse, baby
New York to L.A.
from Chile to
New Ghandi to your momma
we gives absolutly no
fucka
natural born murderers
mass mothafuckin muderers
bitch, come and meet maker
J--
Im scary like Michael Jaskson up
I like up dead bodies
look at me Im
my name's J but you can call me syphillis
gonorrhea the clap cause i this rap
you wanna know if i could ever kill
well like askin Charlie Manson if he's ever been in jail
I family, friends, myself
what, yeah, I'd myself if I could only survive
I tried to Rob Van Winkle, in fact thats how we met
I went up to kill him and he was thinkin the shit
I out a chainsaw, he pulled out and ax
I was like come-on, wait is 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, I wouldn't now
look at us natural
the world most hated rapper
and the most group together like woooo!

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

This aint no witch
bitch
Ill pick ur motherfuckin brain with an
me
the V I C E
well heres my
Im outta
rap cujo ya know my flow is
last survivor with a mouth of cockroaches
I bring hocus pocus
you're flying
the last days of the motherfuckin loafers
I'm the redneck in the
2 come in handy
to answer J, ya damn right its a stanley
in the shadows of the dark with darkman spawn
in the dash blazin it up with explosive
I spit like major cities at 11PM
while zipping bodies in the dungeon the line at GM
ice mixed with blood is the killers
here the clowns from the underground it's a lyrical deathbreak

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

Disrespect me run in your house
like puffin stout
break both your arms, gun in your
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 bitch you die either way
I'm a thoroughbred gun holding weed-head
cross me bet you'll be dead
catch you at a show while you're with your ho
and crack your with a bottle of Mo
I'm a Sing-Sing
gun captain
brooklyn home of the gun clapping
gats get brung, get done
sons lose and mothers lose sons
I'm a

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

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