Luyện nghe bài hát Call Upon Your Gods

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

J:]
me


Bang


Torture
Is this
Might as be
what's next and shit
I life filthy
We sexed every in the gutter
we rob or mudda
Find a
And fo or fo each otha
I it all on the people around me
It's because of them god found me
(wrong)

[Blaze Ya Homie:]
Before I hit the
When I got in the chest
I should've guessed my was over
Should've the fucking vest
But I thinking straight
Caught up in the life
Was the on the streets
Now I'm asking god to take my
To the pearly
So I can rest
But he wasn't me
Why has he me?
To eternity in
to rot in the grave
And if it for the Lotus
I'd be there today

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

2 Dope:]
Skin seperates bone
from bone
One hot flash of
Now your on earth alone
Laying face down in own blood
nowhere to turn
Everything from your finger to toes burn
Heat sets deep
Open up your
The cold of death's hand
He could care about your life
As Chariots come to carry you away
You finally
It's to to pray

[Monoxide
me out
I can't the way you think
Or you're talking about
I see you
Perfect
With of Satan
I got my shotgun
Newspapers and
Every is a story
keep it glorified
The media's the
And now gots to die
Son of Sam
Sam of son
Buck you my shotgun
Wicked will be done
Fuck it a hot one

[Jamie
There ain't no end in
You hear me hethan boy?
your devil tongue
Before I stab you this pitch fork
All that shit you about
"My God is ashamed"
in pain
Calling his
Your such a
Low inconsiderate
of shit
And you ain't an ounce of spit

Dissing my
And out
the tough guy
That my God to go and fuck himself?

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

[J in background]