Luyện nghe bài hát Carnival of Souls

[feat.
1:]
I'm the ape in the getting more amazing with age
AKs and grenades, fact I slay them with blades
blatantly gays, faggots in berets in parades
And see my team is unbeatable, the stadium
Basically crazed, circles pacing for days
I'm basically dazed and lost inside a 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 build or even conversate with the god
You shooting off, I would bomb a nation for God
(I'm a suicide bomber) don't want no confrontation with God
Y'all are swine-eaters, that's to God
So put faith into God
The objective is to conquer fucking Satan God

I think we got a problem, take me out this column
See all these phony actors, I like these phony rappers
Fuck all the story telling, I don't like these fables
You niggas sound cable, fuck you and your fucking label
I think we got a problem, Vinnie Paz a problem
Masterati I'm a problem, Jus Allah's a fucking
Criticism from but we don't 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 grub too many in the grass
I gotta one cause the gun ain't got enough slugs
Body under the belt, not blood
under the shelf, not enough slugs
Yous a you ain't gon do shit suck a dick
Cause I been had your bitch in the on drugs
I ain't no plug, I no snitch
I no blood, I ain't no crip
hood where I be everyday
You don't like me see me nigga I ain't no bitch
? for the man damn man
You could be the man what said
So I on the damn plan
Face like adjusting a handstand
Used to be shy now I'm focused a hand can
say hello to the sand man
Gun pop, good god where your man
See that right there with the damn tan
Couple shots put the bitch in the van
her home put her in the zone
Dick like an L she gon put it to the
Wack DVDs all niggas in the streets
Showing niggas where they live and fridge and their chrome chrome
please, do you really think I'm gonna show a motherfucking nigga where I live at
Jeopardize where my and my kids at
home find 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 gonna it real

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