Luyện nghe bài hát Call Upon Your Gods

J:]
I think it's funny how...the criminals and thugs and whatever...
when on their 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 row are all ultra religious.
That's because they know about to die.
they are about the meet whatever's after death.
It's funny...nobody to turn to god till it's too late.
it's time for you to fuckin' die

J:]
me


Bang


Torture
Is hell?
as well be
It's next and shit
I live filthy
We sexed every bitch in the
we rob or mudda
Find a
And shoot fo or fo each
I blame it all on the around me
It's because of them god found me
(wrong)

[Blaze Ya Dead
Before I hit the
When I got in the chest
I guessed my time was over
Should've the fucking vest
But I thinking straight
up in the thug life
Was the king on the
Now I'm god to take my life
To the gates
So I can peacefully
But he wasn't me
Why has he me?
To eternity in
to rot in the grave
And if it wasn't for the
I'd still be there

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

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Skin from bone
Seperates from
One hot of metal
Now your on earth alone
Laying face down in own blood
With nowhere to
Everything your finger tips to toes burn
Heat skin deep
up your eyes
The clutch of death's hand
He could less about your life
As Hell's come to carry you away
You finally
It's to to pray

[Monoxide
me out
I can't understand the way you
Or what you're talking
I see you
Perfect
With of Satan
I got my shotgun
Newspapers and
bullet is a story
They it glorified
The media's the
And now gots to die
Son of Sam
Sam of son
you with my shotgun
Wicked work will be
it catch a hot one

[Jamie
There ain't no end in
You hear me hethan boy?
Bite your tongue
Before I you with this pitch fork
All that shit you 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
the tough guy
That told my God to go and fuck

[Anybody
I called my god
He me which path to take
I just hope not another mistake
Confused by the things that I'm
Guns that I carry, hoes that I'm
me is this just another fucked situation
Calling on my God cause he's the cause of all
was told things would be like this
Always visioned that my life would be filled with

[J Speaks in