Luyện nghe bài hát Devils Night

I make music to make you sick of fake
Hate music like devil worshippin music
So say your prayers, hail mary's and jesuses
Take two sticks, tape 'em and make a crucifix
Try to stop it but you do it (ha ha)
A whole generation of blowin out their fuckin brains to this
Kurt cobain music - students converted to users
As soon as heard it went out and murdered and maimed to it
your name?

[swifty

Got my nine six sharpshooters, now let's do this
I got niggaz shoots to static - you don't understand
How I'm all up in you niggaz tv's carole anne
I'm a poltergeist, lyrically I'm supposed to
Try to this mic, you get cracked with molson ice
(swifty get own woman!) I want his wife
I'm the to go to gamblin parties with trick dice
I rob casinos, slugs, eat
think it was the devil feedin you jalapenos
Now you out of the scene shot at your clean clothes
My fo'-fo', to make you niggaz breathe wrong

eminem]
It's devils (da da dah, da-da da da dah)
It's night (da da dah, da-da da da dah duh da)
I came back to rule this time!
It's devils night - cause I back to take what's mine!
Yes it's night (da da dah, da-da da da dah)
It's devils night (da da dah, da da dah duh da)
Cause I came to rule this time!
It's devils - cause I came back to take what's mine!

artis]
It's I'm on the john, tryin to shit and get no response
Constipated bitch, tell these pigs to off!
The mind of rapist, denaun changes
Beat up without a reason, I'm a anus
Walk the street in a "beat it" jacket with a glove to it
Drop the hat shit I put my on opposite and step backwards
Walkin zombied it's
Pullin armed on politicians without a sense of camraderie

Yo, I can concoct the nine slot, plus I run the best
Hop on a motorcycle, bustin wheelies over chest
standin by, thinkin oh what a mess
Blast through every hickie that them put on your neck
the fuck do you expect, when the slugs are dealt
And make you feel every ounce of pain bugz done felt
A team, smokin ganja greens
This car beam'll your fuckin head shake like tambourines
I pledge allegiance to the of the d
And if you think you out cold, catch a piece of this
And when it blast, it'll take off every piece of your
From her barettes to her cheeks to her little feet

Stop takin drugs!! I'm
My little boy is dyin, he losin too much
And if I die, it won't be I got shot
It'll be because I tied my arm in a and smoked rock
Takin is cool, that's why I buy 'em
Shoot 'em up my ass, let your little try 'em
Ten years is I'm facin
Police breakin in my house, lil' bow wow in the
(jermaine!) a that'll bust in your mouth
I'll probably be in 'fore this fuckin album comes out
I'm eighteen years old, still in the bed
Beaten 'til I'm red, nothin but war and bread
It's me again, fuckin jinn
So what if it burns, bitch when I it in
No medication, I'm out of
I lost my weed, plus my diaper's wet

It's night!