Luyện nghe bài hát Call Upon Your Gods

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

J:]
me


Bang


Torture
Is this
as well be
It's what's next and
I life filthy
We every bitch in the gutter
Then we rob or
Find a
And shoot fo or fo otha
I blame it all on the around me
It's of them god never found me
(wrong)

[Blaze Ya Dead
I hit the ground
When I got in the chest
I should've guessed my time was
Should've worn the fucking
But I wasn't straight
Caught up in the life
Was the king on the
Now I'm god to take my life
To the pearly
So I can rest
But he helping me
Why has he me?
To in hell
to rot in the grave
And if it wasn't for the
I'd be there today

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

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Skin from bone
Seperates bone
One hot flash of
Now your on earth alone
Laying down in you're own blood
With to turn
Everything your finger tips to toes burn
Heat sets deep
up your eyes
The cold clutch of hand
He care less about your life
As Hell's come to carry you away
You realize
It's to late to

Child:]
me out
I can't understand the way you
Or what talking about
I see you
circles
With of Satan
I got my shotgun
and revelations
Every is a story
They it glorified
The the target
And now they to die
Son of Sam
Sam of son
Buck you with my
work will be done
Fuck it a hot one

[Jamie
There no end in time
You me hethan bitch boy?
Bite your tongue
Before I stab you with this pitch
All that shit you about
"My God is ashamed"
Crying in
his name
Your such a
Low inconsiderate
of shit
And you ain't 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 which to take
I just hope not another mistake
Confused by the things I'm feeling
Guns that I carry, hoes I'm drilling
Tell me is this another fucked situation
Calling on my God cause he's the cause of all
Never was told would be like this
Always visioned that my life be filled with happiness

[J in background]