Luyện nghe bài hát Black Snow 2

[Verse 1:
I'm at the sitting up in the balcony
Gun at the valkeyrie
Backstage I in black magic & alchemy
Briefcase of cash, with a fake name
Traveling through Russia with bombs on a train
Turn popes to cokeheads cause they broke bread goat heads
skitzophrenics with no meds
Weaving through the traffic on a moped
Carrying machine guns, cops code red
Command center computers scramble to find
Police scan the local for sharp shooters
I'm cold as Siberia, is so superior
The smell of cigars stain Mercedes
The black snow, black hole like Castro
I'm sitting in a cemetery black crows
The knows nothing of my fiendish plots
They try deciphering the rhymes this genius drops
I concoct to make your heartbeat stop
We're locked in a gulag sleeping on old cots
Guards moving like patroling the cellblocks
30 below zero, who the hell said Hell's
I swore to my I'd never spit a wack flow
Or spend eternity in shoveling black snow

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

2: Sicknature]
The Snowgoons are rams through your speaker
craft that'll freeze ya
Earthquaking bangers and them smackers slap up the sleepers
Landscapes are collapsing when we the sets
We are like the Four Horsemen breathing down the of your neck
Curtains are met for competition with no further
you floating the ocean face down with a bird on your head
I'm leaving rivals flabbergasted, minds can you backless
That's why I'll design my raps to chop heads off flying battle-axes
Mile on beat, killing it, you as relevant 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, 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 plot to administer
Samurais that let hammers fly, with Glocks
Bust brick walls, walk through glass
Titled, let 'em live, why would I do that?
Dumping I got at ya
you think it's odd that I run this shit from Antarctica to Ottawa?
Stuff you in a garbage truck,cause you been
Wear your hat straight, but I'll put snaps where brim at
Make you a special needs helmet cause you been wack
Uppercut punch, you bent back
Halfway up your was the chin strap
The doctor handed me some notes and this
That said this boy need a graft
I don't to cops so save that report
My video's a Charlie Chaplin short
So when you hear the gat blow we through the backdoor
I let the go repping for Black Snow