Luyện nghe bài hát Black Snow 2

[Verse 1:
I'm at the sitting up in the balcony
Gun at the valkeyrie
Backstage I dabble in black magic &
of cash, passports with a fake name
Traveling through with bombs on a freight train
Turn to cokeheads cause they broke bread with goat heads
skitzophrenics with no meds
Weaving through the traffic on a moped
machine guns, cops scream code red
Command center computers scramble to find
Police scan the local rooftops for shooters
I'm cold as Siberia, is so superior
The of cigars stain Mercedes interior
The black snow, black hole like Castro
I'm in a cemetery poisoning black crows
The mass knows of my fiendish plots
They try deciphering the rhymes that genius drops
I concoct concoctions to make heartbeat stop
We're locked in a Russian sleeping on old cots
Guards moving like patroling the cellblocks
30 below zero, who the hell Hell's hot?
I to my maker I'd never spit a wack flow
Or spend eternity in Hell black snow

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

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

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