Luyện nghe bài hát Call Upon Your Gods

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

J:]
me


Bang


Torture
Is this
Might as be
It's what's and shit
I live filthy
We sexed every bitch in the
we rob or mudda
Find a
And shoot fo or fo otha
I blame it all on the around me
It's because of them god never me
(wrong)

[Blaze Ya Dead
I hit the ground
When I got in the chest
I should've my time was over
Should've worn the fucking
But I thinking straight
Caught up in the life
Was the on the streets
Now I'm asking god to my life
To the gates
So I can peacefully
But he helping 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 upon your
Beg for them to you
Call upon your
Religion has you
Got a final
Cross the final
Life end
But is no end to time
Call upon your
Beg for to help you
upon your gods
Religion has you
Got a hour
Cross the line
will end
But there is no end to

[Shaggy 2
Skin seperates from
from bone
One hot of metal
Now your on this alone
Laying face in you're own blood
With to turn
Everything from finger tips to toes burn
Heat sets deep
up your eyes
The cold of death's hand
He could care 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 talking about
I see you
circles
With disciples of
I got my shotgun
Newspapers and
Every bullet is a
keep it glorified
The the target
And now gots to die
Son of Sam
Sam of son
you with my shotgun
Wicked will be done
it catch a hot one

[Jamie
ain't no end in time
You hear me bitch boy?
Bite devil tongue
Before I stab you this pitch fork
All that shit you talk
"My God is ashamed"
in pain
Calling his
Your a hypocrite
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

Killa:]
I called my god
He told me path to take
I just it's not another mistake
Confused by the that I'm feeling
Guns I carry, hoes that 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
visioned that my life would be filled with happiness

[J in background]