Luyện nghe bài hát Insane Killas

Shaggy 2
Violent J, Shaggy, Insane Clown Posse, baby
from New to L.A.
Chile to Greece
from New Ghandi to your
we gives no fucks
fucka
natural serial murderers
mass mothafuckin murderin
bitch, come and your maker
J--
Im scary like Jaskson up close
I like up dead bodies
look at me Im
my name's Violent J but you can call me
gonorrhea the clap i infected this rap
you know if i could ever kill somebody
thats like askin Charlie Manson if he's ever been in jail
I kill family, friends,
what, yeah, I'd kill if I could only survive
I to kill Rob Van Winkle, in fact thats how we met
I went up to kill him and he was the same shit
I pulled out a chainsaw, he out and ax
I was like come-on, wait is that a Stanley, where'd u get
it's natural and to murder, you gotta it in you
it's a dick all up in you, although I wouldn't now
at us natural killas
the world most playa hated
and the hated group together like woooo!

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

This aint no witch
bitch
Ill pick ur brain with an icepick
me
the V I C E
well heres my
Im captivity
rap cujo ya know my is ferocious
survivor with a mouth full of cockroaches
I this hocus pocus
you're away
the last days of the motherfuckin loafers
I'm the in the moshpit
2 come in handy
to Violent J, ya damn right its a stanley
in the shadows of the with darkman like spawn
in the dash blazin it up with explosive
I homicides like major cities at 11PM
zipping bodies in the dungeon like the line at GM
ice mixed with blood is the milkshake
here with the clowns from the underground a lyrical deathbreak

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

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

mass
natural killas
im not around
icky ya ya
icky ya ya
murders
natural killas
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
the darkness they shuffle eyes glazed with death
hands for blood!

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