Luyện nghe bài hát Carnival of Souls

[feat.
1:]
I'm the ape in the cage getting more amazing age
AKs and grenades, fact I slay them with blades
They blatantly gays, faggots in in parades
And see my team is unbeatable, the stage
Basically crazed, walking circles for days
I'm basically dazed and lost a Satanist maze
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 y'all on the god
I'm sick of eating off the same plate as the god
Y'all could never build or even conversate the god
You guns off, I would bomb a nation for God
(I'm a suicide bomber) y'all don't want no with God
Y'all are swine-eaters, that's to God
So put some faith God
The is to conquer fucking Satan with 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 telling, I don't like these phony fables
You niggas like 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 critics but we don't fucking
All we hear is the drum beat and a fucking
2:]
All I got is too much hate, not enough
Too plates, not enough grub too many snakes in the grass
I gotta kill one the gun ain't got enough slugs
Body under the belt, not blood
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 no plug, I ain't no snitch
I ain't no blood, I no crip
Motherfuckin hood where I be
You like 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
straight like 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 there with the tan
Couple put the bitch in the damn van
Take her home put her in the
Dick like an L she gon put it to the
Wack DVDs all these 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 I live at
Jeopardize where my wife and my at
Come home my young bull kidnapped
Nigga hit that L that you had cause you motherfuckin crazy if you think I
Pistol Gang to the day I
When I see my death I'm gonna it real

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