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 slay with blades
They 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
Face the brigade, I you and I pray you get AIDS
I go hard on beats, y'all 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 could never build or even conversate the god
You shooting off, I would bomb a nation for God
(I'm a suicide bomber) y'all want no confrontation with God
Y'all are swine-eaters, abomination to God
So put some into God
The objective is to conquer fucking Satan God

I think we got a problem, me out this fucking column
See all these phony actors, I like these phony rappers
Fuck all the story telling, I like these phony fables
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 a fucking problem
from critics but we don't fucking care
All we hear is the drum beat and a snare
2:]
All I got is too hate, not enough love
Too many plates, not enough too many snakes in the grass
I gotta one cause the gun ain't got enough slugs
Body under the belt, not enough
Shotty the shelf, not enough slugs
Yous a you ain't gon do shit suck a dick
Cause I been had your bitch in the lobby on
I no plug, I ain't no snitch
I ain't no blood, I no crip
Motherfuckin where I be everyday
You like me come see me nigga I ain't no bitch
? for the last man man
You could be the man they said
So I focused on the damn
Face straight adjusting a handstand
Used to be shy now I'm like a hand can
Demoz say hello to the man
Gun pop, good god where your man
See that bitch right with the damn tan
Couple shots put the in the damn van
Take her put her in the zone
like an L she gon put it to the dome
Wack DVDs all these niggas in the
Showing niggas where they live and their fridge and their chrome
Nigga please, do you think I'm gonna show a motherfucking nigga where I live at
where my wife and my kids at
Come home find my young bull
Nigga hit that L that you had 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 think we got a problem, take me out this fucking
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 fucking label
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 hear is the drum and a fucking snare
3:]
You should make peace we pull the peacemakers
I don't the streets waking up the sleeping neighbours
I want police pacing up the streets later
But the killing has me feeling like a
Sign your over, here's a blank piece of paper
I'll fill in the details, you can read it
We should keep in contact, I may need a
It's not breach in contract, no releasing
slavery and cheap labour, it's a decent bargain
It's monopoly, I'm landing on parking
It's blood out gotta keep my teeth sharpened
Gotta keep cream, keep a green garden
You doing everything you can just to keep starving
I'm Rastafarian and partying, usually with more than one
disheartening, bitches know I ain't Romeo or Prince Charming