Luyện nghe bài hát Black Snow 2

[Verse 1:
I'm at the opera up in the balcony
Gun at the valkeyrie
Backstage I dabble in black & alchemy
of cash, passports with a fake name
Traveling through Russia with bombs on a freight
Turn popes to cokeheads cause they broke bread goat heads
skitzophrenics with no meds
Weaving through the Vatican on a moped
Carrying machine guns, scream code red
center computers scramble to find intruders
Police the local rooftops for sharp shooters
I'm cold as Siberia, flow is so
The smell of cigars Mercedes interior
The black snow, black leader like Castro
I'm in a cemetery poisoning black crows
The knows nothing of my fiendish plots
They try deciphering the rhymes this genius drops
I concoct concoctions to make your stop
We're in a Russian gulag sleeping on old cots
moving like robots patroling the cellblocks
30 below zero, who the hell said hot?
I to my maker I'd never spit a wack flow
Or spend eternity in Hell shoveling black

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

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

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