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 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 roughest and toughest be screamin'
start dumpin' and jumpin' demons like a gang initiation. Huh, who wanna
mess with the craziest of em' all demons bringin' all and your head like
a teatherball, ain't a y'all finned to stop me, watch me gospel hip-hop
till' the day the casket drop, wa-la. right, 1997, the Demon Executor
up in this peace, I'm gonna all y'all demons!

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

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

Boyz 2 Men, I got demons on bended knee, beg n' plea. 'Cause I kill more
demons Carmen got a whole bunch of them dumb- dodell peas. I'm the demon
executor comin' straight out of Frisco with Giants and Niner 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 these
demons, they got no hope, gettin' up out my sythoscope. So blam, blam,
comin on, blam to dem 4, me comin' up out the West Mr. 2-Pac Shikur. Who
wanna be sweatin' it, wettin it' cause O.R.C. comin' out with the
mafeeoso style you can't believe. Till the day I die, I'm throwin' up
Christ, demon executor fo life! That right! No, for though, how you
gonna the bone? I got your back partner!
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by Nick Woodrum ([email protected])