Luyện nghe bài hát Insane Killas

Shaggy 2
Violent J, Shaggy, Clown Posse, baby what
New York to L.A.
from Chile to
from New Ghandi to momma
we absolutly no fucks
Motha
natural born murderers
mothafuckin murderin muderers
bitch, and meet your maker
J--
Im scary like Jaskson up close
I like diggin up bodies
at me Im gross
my name's J but you can call me syphillis
gonorrhea the clap i infected this rap
you wanna know if i could ever kill
well thats like askin Manson if he's ever been in jail
I kill family, friends,
what, yeah, I'd kill if I could only survive
I tried to kill Rob Van Winkle, in thats how we met
I went up to kill him and he was thinkin the same
I out a chainsaw, he pulled out and ax
I was like come-on, wait is that a Stanley, where'd u get
it's natural and to murder, you have it in you
it's like a all up in you, although I wouldn't now
at us natural killas
the world most hated rapper
and the hated group together like woooo!

mass
born 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 blair
beware
Ill pick ur brain with an icepick
me
the V I C E
well heres my
Im outta
rap ya know my flow is ferocious
last survivor with a full of cockroaches
I bring this hocus
flying away
like the last days of the motherfuckin
I'm the redneck in the
2 axes come in
to Violent J, ya damn 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 cities at
zipping bodies in the dungeon like the line at GM
ice mixed with blood is the milkshake
here with the from the underground it's a lyrical deathbreak

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

Disrespect me I'll run in house
puffin steam stout
break your arms, gun in your mouth
knock your teeth out the nose of the fifth
bullets bust the back of your head ya die swift
fuckin wit tha clan, what you say
we kill like the KKK
shoot you an SK or a AK bitch you gonna die either way
I'm a monster thoroughbred gun weed-head
cross me bet tomorrow be dead
you at a show while you're chilling with your ho
and crack your with a bottle of Mo
I'm a killer
gun groove
brooklyn home of the original gun
get brung, niggas get done
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 around
icky ya ya
icky ya ya
(Screams)
OVERDUB: To die is a fate that must to us all
But how horrible to be buried
from the they shuffle eyes glazed with death
clawing for blood!

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