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 they fry in the chair...
all of a sudden want to get religious.
I heard that 9 out of 10 inmates on death row are all religious.
That's because know they're about to die.
That they are about the meet after death.
It's funny...nobody to turn to god till it's too late.
Till it's time for you to die

J:]
me


Bang


Torture
Is this
as well be
It's next and shit
I live life
We sexed every in the gutter
we rob or mudda
Find a
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 Homie:]
I hit the ground
When I got three in the
I should've guessed my was over
Should've worn the fucking
But I thinking straight
Caught up in the thug
Was the on the streets
Now I'm asking god to take my
To the gates
So I can rest
But he helping me
Why has he me?
To in hell
Left to rot in the
And if it wasn't for the
I'd be there today

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

2 Dope:]
Skin seperates from
Seperates from
One hot of metal
Now your on this alone
Laying face down in own blood
nowhere to turn
Everything from your finger to toes burn
Heat sets skin
Open up eyes
The cold of death's hand
He care less about your life
As Hell's come to carry you away
You realize
It's to late to

[Monoxide
me out
I can't understand the way you
Or what you're about
I see you
Perfect
With of Satan
I got my shotgun
and revelations
Every bullet is a
They it glorified
The the target
And now they to die
Son of Sam
Sam of son
Buck you my shotgun
work will be done
Fuck it a hot one

[Jamie
There ain't no end in
You hear me bitch boy?
Bite your tongue
Before I stab you this pitch fork
All that shit you talk
"My God is ashamed"
Crying in
Calling his
Your a hypocrite
Low inconsiderate
Piece of
And you ain't worth an ounce of

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

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

[J Speaks in