Luyện nghe bài hát Crib Death

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