Luyện nghe bài hát Demon Executor

Comin' out the dirty bay area, northern Cali, the demon throw slasher,
lyrical y-dasher, the bible passer, quick to blasher, my load of tech-
rhyme bullets from the top of the mime cause I'm the lyrical,
miracal, spiritual teacher, Nicaragua preacher, who's out to reach you.
Group of thugs who call the X-Generation, through penetration of lyrical
bullets of salvation, so bring the and toughest demons be screamin'
wanna start dumpin' and demons like a gang initiation. Huh, who wanna
mess with the craziest of em' all demons all and bang your head like
a teatherball, none a y'all finned to stop me, watch me gospel hip-hop
till' the day the drop, wa-la. That's right, 1997, the Demon Executor
up in this peace, I'm gonna kill all demons!

Throw yo' hands way up in the air, that's the of the electric chair,
that's the sound of demons fo their life and I'm the demon executor
the switch tonight.

I you once I be the demon head choppa, the casket droppa, the glak-cocka,
the Mr. to hit em' up like 2-Paca. The demon body bag zipper-upper, the
demon bucker, the one who got demons and on his plate for supper. I be
the nuttiest one in the whole clan Mac Town, switchblades and bibles held
in both hands. Yes, I am- deciphorus, ludious, craziest, demon killer
the California mile radius. Chick, Chick, glak-cock, to drop, drop
demons anywhere I don't care pistols in the air, ready to flare. I in
to set trippin, crippin, instead I'm in to mormanistic-satanic bible
lyrically flippin' lyrics like a quarter in the air call it heads or
tails, from the up to no good. It's the demon body chocka, the mike-
stocka, the Mr. Put you in cement to throw you off a droppa. I be the
man never puffin' on the booda, I'm the Texas chainsaw demon executor.
Hey, bone, these bustas me you couldn't rap. Man, let me show em' what's
up dawg!

Like Boyz 2 Men, I got demons on bended knee, beg n' plea. I kill more
demons than got a whole bunch of them dumb- dodell peas. I'm the demon
executor straight out of Frisco with Giants and Niner Gear head to toe,
oh, you didn't know? I be the demon neck choker, the smoker, the Mr.
Demon Columbian Neck Tie get provoka. Repepermmeniti I'm ready to these
demons, they ain't got no hope, up out my sythoscope. So blam, blam,
comin on, to dem 4, me comin' up out the West like Mr. 2-Pac Shikur. Who
be sweatin' it, wettin it' cause O.R.C. comin' out with the lyrical
mafeeoso style you believe. Till the day I die, I'm throwin' up Jesus
Christ, demon executor fo life! right! No, for real though, how you
gonna the bone? I got your back partner!
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