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 fake
Traveling through with bombs on a freight train
Turn popes to cokeheads they broke bread with goat heads
Paranoid skitzophrenics no meds
Weaving through the Vatican traffic on a
Carrying machine guns, cops code red
Command computers scramble to find intruders
Police the local rooftops for sharp shooters
I'm as Siberia, flow is so superior
The of cigars stain Mercedes interior
The snow, black hole leader like Castro
I'm sitting in a cemetery black crows
The knows nothing of my fiendish plots
They try deciphering the rhymes that this genius
I concoct concoctions to make your heartbeat
We're locked in a Russian gulag on old cots
moving like robots patroling the cellblocks
30 below zero, who the hell said Hell's
I swore to my maker I'd never spit a wack
Or spend eternity in Hell shoveling snow

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

[Verse 2:
The Snowgoons are battering rams your speaker
Hazardous that'll freeze ya
Earthquaking bangers and them smackers slap up the sleepers
Landscapes are when we shatter the sets
We are like the Four Horsemen breathing down the of your neck
Curtains are met for competition with no regrets
Have you floating the ocean 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 like flying
Green Mile on beat, it, you as relevant as garbage
Stomp through your empire like the of Carthage
Colder than the poles when the notions are
Stay in control and always keep one eye open like
When the market is too numb we march to the goon
'Till it's a wrap, leaving you in a carpet of goosebumps
The storm comes, be no time for a last phone call
When the dark skies to let the black snow fall

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