Luyện nghe bài hát Carnival of Souls

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

I we got a problem, take me out this fucking column
See all these phony actors, I like these phony rappers
Fuck all the story telling, I don't like these phony
You niggas sound cable, fuck you and your fucking label
I think we got a problem, Vinnie Paz a fucking
Masterati I'm a problem, Jus a fucking problem
Criticism from critics but we fucking care
All we hear is the drum beat and a fucking
2:]
All I got is too much hate, not love
Too many plates, not enough too many snakes in the grass
I gotta kill one cause the gun ain't got enough
Body under the belt, not blood
Shotty under the shelf, not slugs
Yous a bitch you ain't gon do shit suck a
Cause I been had bitch in the lobby on drugs
I no plug, I ain't no snitch
I ain't no blood, I no crip
Motherfuckin hood I be everyday
You don't like me come see me I ain't no bitch
? for the last man man
You could be the man they said
So I focused on the plan
straight like adjusting a handstand
Used to be shy now I'm focused a hand can
say hello to the sand man
Gun pop, god where your man layin
See that right there with the damn tan
Couple shots put the bitch in the van
Take her home put her in the
like an L she gon put it to the dome
Wack DVDs all these niggas in the
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 my wife and my kids at
Come home my young bull kidnapped
Nigga hit L that you had cause you motherfuckin crazy if you think I will
Gang 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
Fuck all the story telling, I don't like these phony
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 Allah's a problem
from critics but we don't fucking care
All we hear is the drum beat and a fucking
3:]
You should peace before we pull the peacemakers
I don't want the streets up the sleeping neighbours
I don't want police pacing up the streets
But the killing has me feeling a teenager
Sign your over, here's a blank piece of paper
I'll fill in the details, you can it later
We keep in contact, I may need a favour
It's not breach in contract, no waivers
It's slavery and cheap labour, it's a bargain
It's monopoly, I'm landing on free
It's out here gotta keep my teeth sharpened
Gotta cream, gotta keep a green garden
You doing everything you can just to keep starving
I'm Rastafarian and partying, with more than one darling
It's disheartening, bitches know I ain't Romeo or Charming