Luyện nghe bài hát Carnival of Souls

[feat.
1:]
I'm the ape in the cage getting more amazing age
AKs and grenades, matter fact I slay them with
They blatantly gays, in berets in parades
And see my team is unbeatable, the stage
Basically crazed, walking circles pacing for
I'm basically dazed and lost inside a maze
Face the brigade, I hate you and I you get AIDS
I go hard on hard beats, too lazy to shave
Too to bathe and so y'all hate on the god
I'm sick of y'all off the same plate as the god
Y'all never build or even conversate with the god
You shooting off, I would bomb a nation for God
(I'm a suicide bomber) y'all don't want no with God
Y'all are swine-eaters, abomination to God
So put some faith God
The is to conquer fucking Satan with God

I think we got a problem, me out this fucking column
See all phony actors, I don't like these phony rappers
Fuck all the story telling, I don't these phony fables
You niggas sound like cable, fuck you and your label
I think we got a problem, Vinnie Paz a fucking
Masterati I'm a problem, Jus a fucking problem
Criticism from but we don't fucking care
All we hear is the beat and a fucking snare
2:]
All I got is too much hate, not enough
Too many plates, not enough grub too many in the grass
I gotta kill one cause the gun ain't got slugs
Body the belt, not enough blood
under the shelf, not enough slugs
Yous a bitch you ain't gon do shit a dick
Cause I had your bitch in the lobby on drugs
I ain't no plug, I ain't no
I ain't no blood, I ain't no
Motherfuckin where I be everyday
You don't like me come see me I ain't no bitch
? for the last man man
You be the man what they said
So I on the damn plan
Face straight like a handstand
to be shy now I'm focused like a hand can
Demoz say to the sand man
Gun pop, god where your man layin
See bitch right there with the damn tan
Couple shots put the bitch in the van
her home put her in the zone
Dick an L she gon put it to the dome
Wack DVDs all these in the streets
Showing niggas where they live and their and their chrome chrome
Nigga please, do you think I'm gonna show a motherfucking nigga where I live at
Jeopardize where my and my kids at
Come home find my bull kidnapped
Nigga hit that L that you had cause you motherfuckin crazy if you I will
Pistol to the day I hang
When I see my death I'm keep it real

I we got a problem, take me out this fucking column
See all these phony actors, I don't like these rappers
all the story telling, I don't like these phony fables
You niggas sound like cable, fuck you and fucking label
I think we got a problem, Paz a fucking problem
Masterati I'm a problem, Jus Allah's a fucking
Criticism from critics but we fucking care
All we is the drum beat and a fucking snare
3:]
You should peace before we pull the peacemakers
I want the streets waking up the sleeping neighbours
I don't police pacing up the streets later
But the killing has me feeling a teenager
Sign your soul over, here's a piece of paper
I'll in the details, you can read it later
We should keep in contact, I may a favour
not breach in contract, no releasing waivers
It's slavery and cheap labour, it's a bargain
It's monopoly, I'm on free parking
It's blood out here gotta my teeth sharpened
Gotta keep cream, gotta keep a garden
You doing everything you can to keep from starving
I'm Rastafarian and partying, usually more than one darling
It's disheartening, bitches know I ain't Romeo or Charming