Luyện nghe bài hát Call Upon Your Gods

J:]
I it's funny how...the toughest criminals and thugs and whatever...
when they're on death bed...
you know like the day before fry in the electric chair...
all of a sudden they to get religious.
I heard that 9 out of 10 inmates on death row are all religious.
That's because they know about to die.
That they are the meet whatever's after death.
It's funny...nobody wants to turn to god till too late.
Till time for you to fuckin' die

J:]
me


Bang


Torture
Is hell?
as well be
It's what's next and
I live filthy
We sexed every bitch in the
we rob or mudda
Find a
And shoot fo or fo otha
I it all on the people around me
It's because of god never found me
(wrong)

[Blaze Ya Homie:]
I hit the ground
When I got in the chest
I guessed my time was over
Should've worn the fucking
But I wasn't straight
Caught up in the thug
Was the on the streets
Now I'm god to take my life
To the gates
So I can rest
But he wasn't me
Why has he me?
To in hell
to rot in the grave
And if it wasn't for the
I'd still be today

Call upon your
Beg for to help you
Call upon gods
Religion has you
Got a hour
Cross the final
Life end
But is no end to time
upon your gods
Beg for to help you
Call your gods
Religion has you
Got a hour
Cross the final
will end
But is no end to time

2 Dope:]
Skin from bone
from bone
One hot of metal
Now your on this alone
Laying face down in you're own
With to turn
from your finger tips to toes burn
Heat skin deep
Open up eyes
The cold of death's hand
He could care less your life
As Hell's Chariots come to carry you
You realize
It's to late to

[Monoxide
me out
I can't the way you think
Or what you're about
I see you
Perfect
disciples of Satan
I got my cocked
and revelations
Every is a story
They keep it
The the target
And now they to die
Son of Sam
Sam of son
you with my shotgun
Wicked work will be
it catch a hot one

[Jamie
ain't no end in time
You hear me hethan bitch
Bite your tongue
Before I stab you with this pitch
All that you talk about
"My God is ashamed"
Crying in
his name
Your such a
Low inconsiderate
of shit
And you worth an ounce of spit

Dissing my
And out
Where's the guy
told my God to go and fuck himself?

[Anybody
I apon my god
He told me path to take
I hope it's not another mistake
Confused by the things I'm feeling
Guns that I carry, hoes I'm drilling
Tell me is this just fucked situation
Calling on my God he's the cause of all creation
Never was things would be like this
Always visioned that my life would be with happiness

[J in background]