Luyện nghe bài hát Demon Executor

Comin' out the dirty bay area, northern Cali, it's the demon slasher,
lyrical y-dasher, the passer, quick to blasher, with my load of tech-
rhyme sprayin' bullets from the top of the mime I'm the lyrical,
miracal, spiritual teacher, Nicaragua preacher, who's out to reach you.
Group of thugs who some the X-Generation, through penetration of lyrical
bullets of salvation, so bring the and toughest demons be screamin'
wanna dumpin' and jumpin' demons like a gang initiation. Huh, who wanna
with the craziest of em' all demons bringin' all and bang your head like
a teatherball, ain't none a finned to stop 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 of the electric chair,
that's the sound of demons screamin' fo their life and I'm the executor
hittin' the tonight.

I told you 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
bucker, the one who got demons and beans on his plate for supper. I be
the nuttiest one in the whole clan with Mac Town, and bibles held
in both hands. Yes, I am- deciphorus, ludious, craziest, killer within'
the California radius. Chick, Chick, glak-cock, ready to drop, drop
anywhere I don't care pistols in the air, ready to flare. I ain't in
to set trippin, crippin, instead I'm in to mormanistic-satanic bible
rippin' lyrically flippin' lyrics like a in the air call it heads or
tails, from the hood up to no good. It's the body chocka, the mike-
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, these bustas me you couldn't rap. Man, let me show em' what's
up dawg!

Like Boyz 2 Men, I got demons on knee, beg n' plea. 'Cause I kill more
demons than Carmen got a whole bunch of dumb- dodell peas. I'm the demon
executor comin' straight out of Frisco with Giants and Niner Gear 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 to jack these
demons, ain't got no hope, gettin' up out my sythoscope. So blam, blam,
comin on, blam to dem 4, me comin' up out the West like Mr. Shikur. Who
wanna be sweatin' it, 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! That right! No, for though, how you
gonna stuff the bone? I got back partner!
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