Luyện nghe bài hát Devil's Groove

Crazy convict, don't no shit
Since age 13 I was ill
I had a problem homicide, crazy ass suicide
Sucka pussy dreams and I died

Black from the hell raised, want'cha dead days
No one listens to the devil says
But I'm smooth like and I was waitin'
For another death, so breathe ya breath

I'm a psychopath, motha fucker laugh
At a funeral, me do ya know
Any brother, any other that can get some
Say his name and be another victim

See, can't describe the pain you'll feel
You can't it 'cuz Death will
A homicidal vital, recital is my
serious psychological problem, Death's my idol

Crucifix, a trick to black
A brother Esham, treach and tragic
The my boy and Satan's my son, the gun
Loaded and ready so that you don't none
ya in the back like Billy the kid
Talkin' 'bout me out, shit

put ya dukes up 'fore ya get fucked up
Crucified ya mama, so what, so
So what you gonna do? Take revenge a brother, man
And get fucked up, ya mother, man

Bad ass brotha with the of the devil
Maximum overdrive, tryin' to alive
I sold the devil my for gold, the story is told
I'm the exorcist, yo

Brothers and brothers have died, suicide
[Incomprehensible] like to a mothafucker so another
Demon's my trademark, rhymes be my mark
Reel Life Productions, down the start

ya life tonite, with a knife
Pray to hell and give the ya life
See many of you mothafuckers understand it, see
How long can you to one man's insanity

Prophecy the dead has
The devil is dead and one man is
To lead the dead, to kill,
So bloodshed, it painted the town red

My is evil, evil's inside my mind
The devil's gonna get ya, just a of time
Go to sleep and never up, ya dreams a nightmare
The witch was right on ya back, I was

But who's to turn ya to stone, you're stuck in eternal
Imprisoned in a shell, wit a dead face
666, crucifix, hell's the on the candlesticks

This is the groove, a dance for his bloody
Release ya sins, up, up in the
Go commit suicide, homicide

The devil's
The devil's
The groove
The devil's