Luyện nghe bài hát Insane Killas

Shaggy 2
J, Shaggy, Insane Clown Posse, baby what
from New to L.A.
from Chile to
from New Ghandi to your
we absolutly no fucks
fucka
natural born murderers
mass mothafuckin muderers
bitch, come and your maker
J--
Im scary like Michael Jaskson up
I like diggin up 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 somebody
well thats like askin Charlie Manson if he's ever been in
I kill family, friends,
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 pulled out a chainsaw, he out and ax
I was like come-on, wait is that a Stanley, u get that
it's natural and to murder, you have it in you
it's like a dick all up in you, I wouldn't now
look at us killas
the world most playa hated
and the most group together like woooo!

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

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

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

Disrespect me run in your house
puffin steam stout
break your arms, gun in your mouth
knock your teeth out with the of the fifth
bullets bust through the back of your head ya die
wit tha clan, watch what you say
we kill niggas the KKK
shoot you an SK or a AK bitch you gonna die either way
I'm a monster gun holding weed-head
cross me bet you'll be dead
catch you at a show you're chilling with your ho
and crack skull with a bottle of Mo
I'm a Sing-Sing
gun captain
brooklyn home of the gun clapping
get brung, niggas get done
sons lose fathers and lose sons
I'm a

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

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