Luyện nghe bài hát Carnival of Souls

[feat.
1:]
I'm the ape in the cage getting more amazing age
AKs and grenades, matter I slay them with blades
They gays, faggots in berets in parades
And see my team is unbeatable, the stadium
Basically crazed, walking circles pacing for
I'm basically dazed and lost inside a maze
Face the brigade, I you and I pray you get AIDS
I go hard on hard beats, too lazy to shave
Too lazy to and so y'all hate on the god
I'm sick of y'all eating off the same as the god
Y'all never build or even conversate with the god
You shooting off, I would 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 Satan with God

I think we got a problem, me out this fucking column
See all these phony actors, I don't 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
Masterati I'm a problem, Jus Allah's a fucking
Criticism critics but we don't fucking care
All we hear is the drum beat and a fucking
2:]
All I got is too hate, not enough love
Too many plates, not grub too many snakes in the grass
I gotta one cause the gun ain't got enough slugs
Body the belt, not enough blood
Shotty under the shelf, not enough
Yous a bitch you ain't gon do suck a dick
Cause I been had your bitch in the lobby on
I ain't no plug, I no snitch
I no blood, I ain't no crip
Motherfuckin hood I be everyday
You don't like me come see me nigga I no bitch
? for the man damn man
You be the man what they said
So I focused on the damn
Face like adjusting a handstand
Used to be shy now I'm like a hand can
Demoz say hello to the man
Gun pop, god where your man layin
See that bitch right there with the 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 their fridge and their chrome
Nigga please, do you really I'm gonna show a motherfucking nigga where I live at
where my wife and my kids at
Come home find my young 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 these phony actors, I like these phony rappers
Fuck all the story telling, I don't like these phony
You sound like cable, fuck you and your fucking label
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 beat and a fucking snare
3:]
You should peace before we pull the peacemakers
I don't the streets waking up the sleeping neighbours
I don't police pacing up the streets later
But the killing has me like a teenager
Sign your soul over, here's a piece of paper
I'll fill in the details, you can read it
We should in contact, I may need a favour
It's not in contract, no releasing waivers
It's and cheap labour, it's a decent bargain
monopoly, I'm landing on free parking
It's out here gotta keep my teeth sharpened
keep cream, gotta keep a green garden
You doing everything you can just to keep starving
I'm Rastafarian and partying, usually with more than one
It's disheartening, bitches know I ain't or Prince Charming