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 &
Briefcase of cash, passports with a fake
Traveling through Russia with on a freight train
Turn popes to cokeheads cause they broke bread with goat
Paranoid skitzophrenics with no
Weaving through the traffic on a moped
machine guns, cops scream code red
Command center scramble to find intruders
Police scan the local rooftops for shooters
I'm cold as Siberia, flow is so
The smell of cigars stain interior
The black snow, black leader like Castro
I'm sitting in a cemetery poisoning crows
The mass nothing of my fiendish plots
They try deciphering the rhymes that this drops
I concoct concoctions to make your stop
We're in a Russian gulag sleeping on old cots
Guards moving like robots patroling the
30 below zero, who the hell said Hell's
I swore to my maker I'd never spit a wack
Or spend in Hell shoveling black snow

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

2: Sicknature]
The are battering rams through your speaker
Hazardous craft freeze ya
bangers and them smackers that slap up the sleepers
Landscapes are collapsing we shatter the sets
We are like the Four Horsemen breathing down the back of neck
are met for competition with no further regrets
Have you floating the ocean face down a bird on your head
I'm leaving rivals flabbergasted, can have you backless
That's why I'll design my raps to chop heads off like battle-axes
Mile on beat, killing it, you as relevant as garbage
Stomp through your empire like the elephants of
Colder than the poles the notions are woven
Stay in and always keep one eye open like Odin
the market is too numb we march to the goon drum
'Till it's a wrap, you wrapped in a carpet of goosebumps
The storm comes, there'll be no for a last phone call
When the skies open 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 brick walls, walk glass
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 Antarctica to Ottawa?
Stuff you in a truck,cause you been trash
Wear your hat straight, but I'll put snaps where brim at
Make you rock a special helmet cause you been wack
punch, left you bent back
Halfway up your nose was the chin
The doctor me some notes and this graph
That said this boy 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