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 them blades
They gays, faggots in berets in parades
And see my is unbeatable, the stadium stage
Basically crazed, walking circles pacing for
I'm basically dazed and lost inside a Satanist
Face the brigade, I hate you and I pray you get
I go on hard beats, y'all too lazy to shave
Too lazy to bathe and so hate on the god
I'm of y'all eating 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 want no confrontation with God
are swine-eaters, that's abomination to God
So put some into God
The objective is to conquer fucking Satan God

I think we got a problem, take me out this column
See all these 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 fucking label
I we got a problem, Vinnie Paz a fucking problem
I'm a problem, Jus Allah's a fucking problem
Criticism from critics but we don't care
All we hear is the drum and a fucking snare
2:]
All I got is too hate, not enough 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 enough
Shotty under the shelf, not 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 ain't no
I ain't no blood, I ain't no
hood where I be everyday
You don't like me see me nigga I ain't no bitch
? for the last man man
You could be the man what said
So I focused on the damn
straight like adjusting a handstand
Used to be shy now I'm like a hand can
say hello to the sand man
Gun pop, good god your man layin
See that bitch right there with the tan
shots put the bitch in the damn 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 fridge and chrome chrome
Nigga please, do you really think I'm gonna show a motherfucking where I live at
Jeopardize my wife and my kids at
home find my young bull kidnapped
Nigga hit that L that you had you motherfuckin crazy if you think I will
Pistol to the day I hang
When I see my death I'm keep it real

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