Luyện nghe bài hát Black Snow 2

[Verse 1:
I'm at the opera up in the balcony
Gun aimed at the
Backstage I in black magic & alchemy
Briefcase of cash, passports with a name
Traveling through Russia with bombs on a train
Turn popes to cause they broke bread with goat heads
skitzophrenics with no meds
Weaving through the traffic on a moped
Carrying guns, cops scream code red
center computers scramble to find intruders
Police scan the local for sharp shooters
I'm cold as Siberia, flow is so
The smell of stain Mercedes interior
The black snow, hole leader like Castro
I'm sitting in a cemetery black crows
The mass knows nothing of my fiendish
They try the rhymes that this genius drops
I concoctions to make your heartbeat stop
locked in a Russian gulag sleeping on old cots
Guards moving like robots patroling the
30 below zero, who the hell Hell's hot?
I swore to my maker I'd never a wack flow
Or spend eternity in Hell shoveling black

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

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

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