Luyện nghe bài hát Insane Killas

Shaggy 2
Violent J, Shaggy, Insane Posse, baby what
from New to L.A.
from to Greece
from New to your momma
we gives absolutly no
Motha
natural born serial
mass mothafuckin murderin
bitch, and meet your maker
J--
Im scary like Jaskson up close
I like up dead bodies
at me Im gross
my Violent J but you can call me syphillis
gonorrhea the clap i infected this rap
you wanna know if i could kill somebody
well thats like askin Charlie if he's ever been in jail
I kill family, friends,
what, yeah, I'd kill myself if I could only
I tried to Rob Van Winkle, in fact thats how we met
I up to kill him and he was thinkin the same shit
I out a chainsaw, he pulled 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 natural
the world playa hated rapper
and the most hated group like woooo!

mass
natural killas
im not around
icky ya ya
icky ya ya
mass
natural killas
im not fuckin
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 my flow is ferocious
last survivor with a mouth of cockroaches
I bring this hocus
you're flying
like the last days of the loafers
I'm the in the moshpit
2 axes come in
to Violent J, ya damn right its a stanley
in the shadows of the dark with like spawn
in the dash it up with explosive bombs
I spit homicides like major cities at
while bodies in the dungeon like the line at GM
ice with blood is the killers milkshake
with the clowns from the underground it's a lyrical deathbreak

mass
natural born
im not around
icky ya ya
icky ya ya
mass
natural killas
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
your teeth out with the nose of the fifth
bullets bust through the back of head ya die swift
fuckin wit tha clan, watch you say
we niggas like the KKK
shoot you an SK or a AK bitch you gonna die either way
I'm a monster gun holding weed-head
me bet tomorrow you'll be dead
catch you at a show while you're chilling with ho
and crack your with a bottle of Mo
I'm a Sing-Sing
gun captain
home of the original gun clapping
gats get brung, get done
sons fathers and mothers lose sons
I'm a

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

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