Luyện nghe bài hát Carnival of Souls

[feat.
1:]
I'm the ape in the cage getting more with age
AKs and grenades, matter fact I slay them with
They blatantly gays, faggots in in parades
And see my team is unbeatable, the stage
Basically crazed, circles pacing for days
I'm basically and lost inside a Satanist maze
Face the brigade, I hate you and I you get AIDS
I go hard on hard beats, y'all too lazy to
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 never build or even conversate with the god
You shooting guns off, I bomb a nation 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 some into God
The objective is to conquer fucking Satan God

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 fables
You sound like cable, fuck you and your fucking label
I think we got a problem, Vinnie Paz a problem
Masterati I'm a problem, Jus a fucking problem
Criticism from but we don't fucking care
All we hear is the drum and a fucking snare
2:]
All I got is too much hate, not love
Too many plates, not enough grub too snakes in the grass
I gotta kill one the gun ain't got enough slugs
under the belt, not enough blood
Shotty under the shelf, not slugs
Yous a bitch you ain't gon do suck a dick
Cause I been had bitch in the lobby on drugs
I ain't no plug, I ain't no
I ain't no blood, I no crip
Motherfuckin hood 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 plan
Face straight adjusting a handstand
Used to be shy now I'm focused like a can
Demoz say hello to the man
Gun pop, god where your man layin
See that bitch right with the damn tan
shots 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 all these niggas in the streets
Showing niggas they live and their fridge and their chrome chrome
Nigga please, do you really think I'm gonna show a motherfucking where I live at
where my wife and my kids at
Come home find my young kidnapped
Nigga hit that L that you had you motherfuckin crazy if you think I will
Pistol Gang to the day I
When I see my I'm gonna keep it real

I we got a problem, take me out this fucking column
See all these phony actors, I like these phony rappers
Fuck all the story telling, I don't like phony fables
You niggas like cable, fuck you and your fucking label
I think we got a problem, Paz a fucking 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
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 like a teenager
your soul over, here's a blank piece of paper
I'll fill in the details, you can read it
We keep in contact, I may need a favour
It's not breach in contract, no waivers
slavery and cheap labour, it's a decent bargain
It's monopoly, I'm on free parking
blood out here gotta keep my teeth sharpened
Gotta cream, gotta keep a green garden
You doing everything you can to keep from starving
I'm Rastafarian and partying, usually with more one darling
It's disheartening, bitches know I ain't Romeo or Charming