Luyện nghe bài hát Black Snow 2

[Verse 1:
I'm at the opera sitting up in the
Gun at the valkeyrie
Backstage I dabble in black magic &
Briefcase of cash, with a fake name
through Russia with bombs on a freight train
Turn to cokeheads cause they broke bread with goat heads
Paranoid with no meds
Weaving the Vatican traffic on a moped
Carrying machine guns, scream code red
Command computers scramble to find intruders
Police scan the local rooftops for shooters
I'm as Siberia, flow is so superior
The smell of cigars Mercedes interior
The black snow, black hole like Castro
I'm sitting in a cemetery poisoning crows
The mass knows nothing of my plots
They try deciphering the that this genius drops
I concoct concoctions to make your heartbeat
We're locked in a Russian sleeping on old cots
Guards moving like robots the cellblocks
30 below zero, who the hell Hell's hot?
I swore to my maker I'd never spit a flow
Or spend in Hell shoveling black snow

[Hook: Ill
Watch out where them go
We make the sky bleed snow
Not after your cash, we are after your
We the sky bleed black snow

[Verse 2:
The Snowgoons are battering rams through speaker
Hazardous craft that'll ya
Earthquaking bangers and them smackers slap up the sleepers
Landscapes are collapsing when we shatter the
We are like the Horsemen breathing down the back of your neck
Curtains are met for with no further regrets
Have you the ocean face down with a bird on your head
I'm rivals flabbergasted, minds can have you backless
That's why I'll design my to chop heads off like flying battle-axes
Mile on beat, killing it, you as relevant as garbage
Stomp through your empire like the of Carthage
Colder than the poles when the notions are
Stay in and always keep one eye open like Odin
When the market is too we march to the goon drum
'Till it's a wrap, leaving you wrapped in a carpet of
The storm comes, there'll be no for a last phone call
When the dark skies to let the black snow fall

[Verse 3: Titled]
I got a sinister plot to shots
Samurais let hammers fly, ninjas with Glocks
Bust through brick walls, walk through
Terminator Titled, let 'em live, why I do that?
everything I got at ya
Don't you think odd that I run this shit from Antarctica to Ottawa?
Stuff you in a garbage truck,cause you trash
Wear hat straight, but I'll put snaps where your brim at
you rock a special needs helmet cause you been wack
Uppercut punch, you bent back
Halfway up your nose was the chin
The doctor handed me some and this graph
said this boy need a skin graft
I don't to cops so save that report
My interrogation a Charlie Chaplin short
So when you the gat blow we comin' through the backdoor
I let the brrrat go repping for Black