Luyện nghe bài hát Crib Death

Hardcore fucker....
is the unholy!
Hardcore fucker....
is the unholy!
So not alot realize, that you know,
is truely black music.
Esham! Esham!
And you look at it as you know,
And anybody who said rock sold out, they can suck my dick,
Esham! Esham!
I mean you don't talk about that shit you know,
It's
I hear screams at midnight, bitin' the dust,
'cause my voice is cursed, so dangerous your mind busts,
A panic, so gigantic, a skitsofrantic,
The diagnosed me as being manic.
The problem me though, you can never see no,
no, say no, unholy evil.
Brothas have died, so many mutha tried,
To get to the side, the path is suicide.
I give a fuck, and you ask me why, bro,
I get paid, pussy, and then I wanna die, yo!
I said I'd rather be dead, so go and kill me,
got my soul, I gave it unwillingly.
God the child with the black and red T-Shirt,
13 to cook up A-C-I-D,
So if you wanna follow me, then I'm that you'll agree,
do, monkey see.
Upside cross, many have got lost,
The jumped on your back and rode ya like horse.
Now you can't wake up, you're losin' your breath,
Fell asleep to the radio, now it's a crib death