Luyện nghe bài hát Carnival of Souls

[feat.
1:]
I'm the ape in the cage more amazing with age
AKs and grenades, matter fact I slay them with
blatantly gays, faggots in berets in parades
And see my is unbeatable, the stadium stage
Basically crazed, walking circles pacing for
I'm dazed and lost inside a Satanist maze
Face the brigade, I hate you and I pray you get
I go hard on hard beats, y'all too to shave
Too to bathe and so y'all hate on the god
I'm sick of eating off the same plate as the god
Y'all could build or even conversate with the god
You shooting guns off, I would bomb a 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 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 don't like these rappers
Fuck all the story telling, I don't like phony fables
You niggas sound like cable, fuck you and fucking label
I we got a problem, Vinnie Paz a fucking problem
Masterati I'm a problem, Jus Allah's a problem
from critics 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 love
Too many plates, not enough grub too many snakes in the
I gotta kill one cause the gun ain't got enough
under the belt, not enough blood
Shotty under the shelf, not enough
Yous a bitch you ain't gon do shit suck a
I been had your bitch in the lobby on drugs
I no plug, I ain't no snitch
I no blood, I ain't no crip
Motherfuckin hood I be everyday
You don't like me come see me I ain't no bitch
? for the man damn 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 like a hand can
Demoz say hello to the man
Gun pop, good god where your man
See that bitch 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 niggas in the streets
niggas where they live and their fridge and their chrome chrome
Nigga please, do you really think I'm gonna show a motherfucking nigga where I at
where my wife and my kids at
Come home my young 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 gonna keep it

I think we got a problem, take me out this 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 your fucking
I think we got a problem, Vinnie Paz a problem
Masterati I'm a problem, Jus Allah's a problem
Criticism from critics but we don't fucking
All we hear is the drum beat and a fucking
3:]
You make peace before we pull the peacemakers
I don't want the waking up the sleeping neighbours
I don't want police pacing up the streets
But the has me feeling like a teenager
Sign your soul over, here's a blank of paper
I'll in the details, you can read it later
We should in contact, I may need a favour
It's not breach in contract, no waivers
It's and cheap labour, it's a decent bargain
It's monopoly, I'm landing on free
blood out here gotta keep my teeth sharpened
Gotta keep cream, gotta a green garden
You doing everything you can to keep from starving
I'm Rastafarian and partying, usually with than one darling
It's disheartening, know I ain't Romeo or Prince Charming