Luyện nghe bài hát Demon Executor

Comin' out the bay area, northern Cali, it's the demon throw slasher,
y-dasher, the bible passer, quick to blasher, with my load of tech-
rhyme sprayin' bullets from the top of the cause I'm the lyrical,
miracal, spiritual teacher, Nicaragua preacher, who's out to reach you.
Group of thugs who some call the X-Generation, through penetration of
bullets of salvation, so bring the roughest and toughest demons be
start dumpin' and jumpin' demons like a gang initiation. Huh, who wanna
mess with the craziest of em' all demons bringin' all and bang your like
a teatherball, ain't none a y'all finned to stop me, me gospel hip-hop
till' the day the casket drop, wa-la. That's right, 1997, the Demon
up in this peace, I'm gonna kill all demons!

Throw yo' way up in the air, that's the sound of the electric chair,
that's the of demons screamin' fo their 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. 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 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, ready to flare. I in
to set trippin, blood crippin, I'm in to mormanistic-satanic bible
rippin' lyrically flippin' lyrics like a 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 puffin' on the booda, I'm the Texas chainsaw havin' executor.
Hey, bone, bustas told me you couldn't rap. Man, let me show em' what's
up dawg!

Like 2 Men, I got demons on bended knee, beg n' plea. 'Cause I kill more
than Carmen got a whole bunch of them dumb- dodell peas. I'm the demon
executor comin' straight out of Frisco with and Niner Gear head to toe,
oh, you didn't know? I be the neck choker, the devil smoker, the Mr.
Demon Neck Tie get provoka. Repepermmeniti I'm ready 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 Mr. 2-Pac Shikur. Who
wanna be sweatin' it, wettin it' cause O.R.C. out with the lyrical
mafeeoso style you can't believe. the day I die, I'm throwin' up Jesus
Christ, demon executor fo life! right! No, for real though, how you
gonna stuff the bone? I got your partner!
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