Luyện nghe bài hát Crib Death

Hardcore fucker....
is the unholy!
Hardcore fucker....
is the unholy!
So not alot 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 sold out, they can suck my dick,
Esham! Esham!
I mean you don't wanna talk that shit you know,
bullshit
I screams at midnight, you're bitin' the dust,
'cause my voice is cursed, so that your mind busts,
A panic, so gigantic, a skitsofrantic,
The psychitrist me as being manic.
The problem ain't me though, you can see no,
Hear no, say no, evil.
Brothas have died, so many mutha tried,
To get to the side, the path is suicide.
I don't a fuck, and you ask me why, bro,
I get paid, pussy, and then I wanna die, yo!
I said I'd be dead, so go ahead and kill me,
Satan's got my soul, I it unwillingly.
God bless the child the black and red T-Shirt,
13 to cook up A-C-I-D,
So if you wanna follow me, then I'm sure you'll agree,
Monkey do, see.
Upside cross, many have got lost,
The witch jumped on back and rode ya like horse.
Now you can't wake up, you're your last breath,
Fell asleep listenin' to the radio, now it's a crib