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 their bed...
you know like the day before fry in the electric chair...
all of a they want to get religious.
I heard that 9 out of 10 inmates on death row are all religious.
That's they know they're about to die.
That they are about the meet after death.
It's funny...nobody wants to to god till it's too late.
it's time for you to fuckin' die

J:]
me


Bang


Torture
Is this
Might as be
It's next and shit
I live filthy
We every bitch in the gutter
Then we rob or
a shutta
And shoot fo or fo otha
I blame it all on the people me
It's because of them god found me
(wrong)

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

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

2 Dope:]
Skin seperates bone
Seperates bone
One hot of metal
Now your on this earth
Laying face in you're own blood
With to turn
Everything from your tips to toes burn
Heat sets deep
Open up eyes
The cold clutch of death's
He care less about your life
As Chariots come to carry you away
You realize
It's to late to

[Monoxide
me out
I understand the way you think
Or what talking about
I see you
Perfect
With disciples of
I got my shotgun
Newspapers and
bullet is a story
They it glorified
The the target
And now they to die
Son of Sam
Sam of son
Buck you with my
Wicked work be done
Fuck it a hot one

[Jamie
There no end in time
You me hethan bitch boy?
your devil tongue
Before I you with this pitch fork
All that shit you talk
"My God is ashamed"
Crying in
Calling his
Your such a
Low down
Piece of
And you worth an ounce of spit

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

Killa:]
I called my god
He me which path to take
I just hope not another mistake
Confused by the that I'm feeling
Guns that I carry, hoes that I'm
Tell me is this just another situation
Calling on my God he's the cause of all creation
Never was told things be like this
Always visioned that my life would be filled happiness

[J Speaks in