Luyện nghe bài hát Carnival of Souls

[feat.
1:]
I'm the ape in the getting more amazing with age
AKs and grenades, matter fact I slay them blades
They blatantly gays, in berets in parades
And see my is unbeatable, the stadium stage
Basically crazed, walking pacing for days
I'm basically dazed and lost inside a 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 bathe and so hate on the god
I'm sick of y'all off the same plate as the god
Y'all could never build or even with the god
You guns off, I would bomb a nation for God
(I'm a suicide bomber) y'all don't no confrontation with God
Y'all are swine-eaters, that's to God
So put some faith God
The objective is to conquer fucking Satan God

I think we got a problem, take me out fucking column
See all these phony actors, I don't like these phony
Fuck all the story telling, I don't like these fables
You niggas sound like cable, you and your fucking label
I think we got a problem, Paz a fucking problem
Masterati I'm a problem, Jus Allah's a fucking
Criticism critics but we don't fucking care
All we hear is the drum beat and a snare
2:]
All I got is too much hate, not enough
Too many plates, not grub too many snakes in the grass
I gotta kill one cause the gun got enough slugs
Body under the belt, not enough
Shotty under the shelf, not enough
Yous a you ain't gon do shit suck a dick
I been had your 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 me come see me nigga I ain't no bitch
? for the last man man
You could be the man what they
So I focused on the plan
Face straight like adjusting a
Used to be shy now I'm focused like a 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
her home put her in the zone
Dick an L she gon put it to the dome
DVDs all these niggas in the streets
Showing niggas where they live and their fridge and their chrome
Nigga please, do you really think I'm gonna show a motherfucking nigga where I at
Jeopardize where my wife and my at
Come home find my young kidnapped
Nigga hit L that you had cause you motherfuckin crazy if you think I will
Pistol to the day I hang
When I see my death I'm gonna keep it

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