Luyện nghe bài hát Demon Executor

Comin' out the dirty bay area, Cali, it's the demon throw slasher,
y-dasher, the bible passer, quick to blasher, with my load of tech-
rhyme sprayin' bullets the top of the mime cause I'm the lyrical,
miracal, spiritual teacher, street preacher, who's out to reach you.
Group of who some call the X-Generation, through penetration of lyrical
bullets of salvation, so bring the roughest and toughest demons be
wanna start dumpin' and jumpin' demons a gang initiation. Huh, who wanna
mess with the craziest of em' all demons bringin' all and bang head like
a teatherball, ain't none a y'all finned to me, watch me gospel hip-hop
the day the casket 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 sound of the chair,
that's the sound of demons screamin' fo their life and I'm the executor
hittin' the tonight.

I told you once I be the demon 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 and beans on his plate for supper. I be
the nuttiest one in the whole clan with Mac Town, switchblades and bibles
in both hands. Yes, I am- deciphorus, ludious, craziest, demon within'
the California mile radius. Chick, Chick, glak-cock, ready to drop,
demons anywhere I don't pistols in the air, ready to flare. I ain't in
to set trippin, crippin, instead I'm in to mormanistic-satanic bible
rippin' 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 to throw you off a bridge droppa. I be the
man never on the booda, I'm the Texas chainsaw havin' demon executor.
Hey, bone, these bustas told me you rap. Man, let me show em' what's
up dawg!

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