Luyện nghe bài hát Angel Of Death

[Verse 1: Mac
Now in my mothafuckin' heart I got a lot of real love, but my unstable
I just wish death onto major labels
I just wanna wish death onto basic
And the fuckin' radio station to fake to play shit
Real music... kill the industry, bodybag it with blue
Ohh shit, drop the casket in
2 pop attacking you move quick! Woo!
warm it up I'm guessing
Cuz I'm flowing I'm stepping with an AK-47
Semi-automatic, weapon and eleven methods
Of making medicine out of madness in a
Man my vocal chords are cuz I'm rapping with aggressiveness
It doesn't matter if I'm hoarse (horse) I'm practically a
You're looking at a lunatic, I'm bigger and
And every time I fucking pick up the
I'm it quicker and I don't give a fuck about the gimmick, I'm sick of it
This is the end of it, this isn't
I don't underestimate the fact that I got endless influence
I could probably make a couple children end up as
All I gotta do is settle and argument with the
My heart made of metal
But part of me's just an
And part of me is a martyr of
At a level arguably incredible
the schizophrenia!
Demons are always talking to me and I fuck em
My are up in a coffin, not breathing not fuckin' talking
I need you, I'm stalking you
Searching until I you
I'm LURKING I'm BEHIND YOU
MURDER YOU: ON THE BIBLE
I admit that I'm a little
You could prolly stick me in the psycho
I'm thinking of leaving the planet earth and flying Heaven...
Walk in, two guns up
she's been gone, I ain't ever seen the sun up

[Bridge 1: Mac
I lost my mom I was 23
And all I wanna know is what the Angel of Death wants me
I wrote song holding a baby she slept
Now I'm hoping I can save her the mothafuckin' ANGEL OF DEATH
[Hook: Mac
of Death (angel of death) (angel of death)
Angel of (angel of death) (angel of death)
Angel of
(angel of death) (angel of death) (angel of death) (angel of death)

[Verse 2: Tech
Sin in my cinema get to with a spliff
I got a soul it be sinister with the sick, a lot of
I'm bout to give you the killer drama Bryan DePalma
Who be the that got me flying? My mama
Devil don't wanna see me as string in a piano
My levels to flight when you see animals
Over the and into the universe
A lunar curse, when I sit down I'm to groom a verse
In the of a murder I kill up everything
I'm taking the title the idol for the meddling with the metal head
Nigga better go hit the pedal, cuz an Angel don't ever give a damn what a said
Anybody wanna I'm a decapitate
I can do it the will kill em off when I activate
I'm a laugh a lot of em little lames I lacerate
Murder masses my mic and my masturbate
Leave y'all, with the and these jaws
I'm haters don't wanna never recall
That I come to beast all, free fall, cuz we raw
Nina be heavy you be the on the seesaw
So competitive they gimme the
They don't step into me cuz I'm rippin' em up
And all the that wanna get it
I'm ready so on with it
But if you a critic, we never giving a fuck, we it up

2: Tech N9ne]
I'm in a mess I Maudie
I don't want to call me
I'm really and not jolly
The shit I been is ungodly
I reign, will I stress?
Either way I'm aim at your chest
I tripping off the Angel of Death
Cuz Maudie Sue Yates is the of Tech
Cha!

[Hook: Mac (x2)
Angel of (angel of death) (angel of death)
Angel of (angel of death) (angel of death)
of Death
(angel of death) (angel of dea