Luyện nghe bài hát Black Snow 2

[Verse 1:
I'm at the opera sitting up in the
Gun at the valkeyrie
Backstage I dabble in black & alchemy
Briefcase of cash, passports with a name
Traveling through Russia bombs on a freight train
Turn popes to cokeheads cause they broke with goat heads
skitzophrenics with no meds
Weaving through the traffic on a moped
Carrying machine guns, cops scream red
Command computers scramble to find intruders
scan the local rooftops for sharp shooters
I'm as Siberia, flow is so superior
The smell of cigars stain Mercedes
The black snow, black leader like Castro
I'm in a cemetery poisoning black crows
The mass nothing of my fiendish plots
They try the rhymes that this genius drops
I concoct concoctions to make your stop
locked in a Russian gulag sleeping on old cots
Guards moving like robots patroling the
30 below zero, who the said Hell's hot?
I to my maker I'd never spit a wack flow
Or spend eternity in Hell black snow

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

2: Sicknature]
The Snowgoons are battering rams through speaker
Hazardous that'll freeze ya
Earthquaking bangers and smackers that slap up the sleepers
are collapsing when we shatter the sets
We are the Four 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 on your head
I'm leaving rivals flabbergasted, can have you backless
That's why I'll design my raps to chop heads off flying battle-axes
Green Mile on beat, it, you as relevant as garbage
Stomp through your empire 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 a wrap, leaving you wrapped in a carpet of goosebumps
The storm comes, there'll be no time for a last phone
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, ninjas Glocks
Bust brick walls, walk through 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 shit from Antarctica to Ottawa?
you in a garbage truck,cause you been trash
Wear your hat straight, but I'll put snaps where your at
Make you rock a special helmet cause you been wack
Uppercut punch, left you bent
up your nose was the chin strap
The handed me some notes and this graph
That said this boy need a skin
I don't to cops so save that report
My interrogation a Charlie Chaplin short
So when you hear the gat blow we comin' the backdoor
I let the brrrat go repping for Snow