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 9 out of 10 inmates on death row are all ultra 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 and shit
I live filthy
We every bitch in the gutter
we rob or mudda
Find a
And fo or fo each otha
I blame it all on the people me
It's because of them god never me
(wrong)

[Blaze Ya Homie:]
I hit the ground
When I got three in the
I should've my time was over
Should've the fucking vest
But I wasn't straight
up in the thug life
Was the on the streets
Now I'm asking god to my life
To the gates
So I can rest
But he wasn't me
Why has he me?
To eternity in
Left to rot in the
And if it wasn't for the
I'd still be there

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

2 Dope:]
Skin from bone
Seperates from
One hot of metal
Now your on this alone
Laying face down in you're own
With nowhere to
Everything from your finger tips to burn
Heat sets skin
Open up your
The cold clutch of death's
He could care less about your
As Hell's come to carry you away
You realize
It's to late to

Child:]
me out
I can't the way you think
Or what you're talking
I see you
circles
With disciples of
I got my cocked
Newspapers and
bullet is a story
They it glorified
The the target
And now gots to die
Son of Sam
Sam of son
you with my shotgun
Wicked will be done
Fuck it a hot one

[Jamie
There ain't no end in
You hear me hethan bitch
Bite your devil
Before I stab you this pitch fork
All shit you talk about
"My God is ashamed"
in pain
Calling his
such a hypocrite
Low inconsiderate
Piece of
And you ain't worth an of spit

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

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

[J Speaks in