Luyện nghe bài hát Angel Of Death

[Verse 1: Mac
Now in my mothafuckin' heart I got a lot of real love, but my brain's
I just wanna wish onto major labels
I just wanna wish death onto cable
And the radio station to fake to play true shit
Real music... the industry, bodybag it with blue lips
Ohh shit, drop the in tulips
2 pop attacking you move quick! Woo!
warm it up I'm guessing
Cuz I'm flowing like I'm stepping with an
Semi-automatic, mac-11 weapon and eleven
Of making out of madness in a session
Man my vocal chords are bleeding cuz I'm rapping with
It matter if I'm hoarse (horse) I'm practically a Pegasus
You're looking at a lunatic, I'm and sicker
And every I fucking pick up the liquor
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 wanna underestimate the fact that I got influence
I could probably a couple children end up as idiots
All I do is settle and argument with the Devil
My heart isn't made of
But part of me's just an
And part of me is a martyr of
At a that's arguably incredible
the schizophrenia!
Demons are always to me and I fuck em often
My feet are up in a coffin, not breathing not talking
I need you, I'm fucking you
Searching until I you
I'm LURKING I'm RIGHT YOU
I'LL 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
Since she's gone, I ain't ever seen the sun up

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

[Verse 2: N9ne]
Sin in my cinema get to with a spliff
I got a soul it be with the sick, a lot of shit
I'm bout to give you the killer drama Bryan DePalma
Who be the that got me flying? My mama
Devil don't see me tight as string in a piano
My levels to flight when you see animals
Over the aircraft and into the
A lunar curse, I sit down I'm ready to groom a verse
In the middle of a murder I up everything
I'm taking the from the idol for the meddling with the metal head
Nigga better go hit the pedal, cuz an Angel don't give a damn what a Devil said
Anybody battle I'm a decapitate
I can do it the fluid will kill em off I activate
I'm a laugh a lot of em lames when I lacerate
masses with my mic and my masturbate
Leave y'all, with the tongue and these
I'm incredible haters 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 wanna step into me cuz I'm rippin' em up
And all the that wanna get it
I'm so come on with it
But if you a critic, we never giving a fuck, we it up

[Bridge 2: N9ne]
I'm in a mess I lost
I don't anybody to call me
I'm really and not jolly
The I been thinking is ungodly
Will I reign, I stress?
Either way I'm gonna aim at chest
I ain't off the Angel of Death
Cuz Maudie Sue Yates is the Angel of
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