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 them with blades
They blatantly gays, 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 you and I pray you get AIDS
I go hard on hard beats, y'all too lazy to
Too lazy to bathe and so y'all on the god
I'm sick of y'all eating off the 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 want no confrontation God
are swine-eaters, that's abomination to God
So put some into God
The objective is to conquer Satan with God

I we got a problem, take me out this fucking column
See all these phony actors, I don't like these rappers
Fuck all the telling, I don't like these phony fables
You sound 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 critics but we don't 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 kill one cause the gun ain't got slugs
Body under the belt, not enough
Shotty the shelf, not enough 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 no snitch
I ain't no blood, I ain't no
hood where I be everyday
You don't like me come see me 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 focused like a can
Demoz say hello to the man
Gun pop, god where your man layin
See that bitch there with the damn tan
Couple shots put the in the damn van
her home put her in the zone
Dick an L she gon put it to the dome
Wack DVDs all these in the streets
Showing niggas where live and their fridge and their 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
Come home find my 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 I'm gonna keep it real

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