Luyện nghe bài hát Devils Night

I make music to make you of fake music
Hate music like devil satan music
So say your prayers, your hail mary's and
Take two sticks, tape 'em together and a crucifix
Try to it but you cain't do it (ha ha)
A whole generation of kids out their fuckin brains to this
Kurt cobain music - students converted to 'caine
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 that to static - you don't understand
How I'm all up in you niggaz tv's like carole
I'm a poltergeist, I'm supposed to strike
Try to snatch this mic, you get with molson ice
(swifty get your own woman!) I want his
I'm the type to go to gamblin parties trick dice
I rob casinos, slugs, eat
You'd think it was the feedin you jalapenos
Now you out of the scene hoes shot at clean clothes
My fo'-fo', to make you niggaz breathe wrong

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

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It's like I'm on the john, to shit and get no response
Constipated bitch, tell these pigs to off!
The mind of rapist, never changes
Beat up strangers 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 head on opposite and step
Walkin zombied ornery
Pullin robberies on politicians without a sense of camraderie

Yo, I can concoct the nine slot, I run with the best
Hop on a motorcycle, bustin wheelies your chest
Bystanders by, thinkin oh what a mess
Blast through every hickie that them bitches put on your
What the do you expect, when the slugs are dealt
And you feel every ounce of pain that bugz done felt
A team, smokin ganja greens
This car make your fuckin head shake like tambourines
I pledge to the streets of the d
And if you think you out cold, catch a piece of heat
And when it blast, it'll take off every piece of [scream]
From her barettes to her cheeks to her cute 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 sock and rock
Takin is cool, that's why I buy 'em
Shoot 'em up my ass, let your brother try 'em
Ten years is I'm facin
Police breakin in my house, lil' bow wow in the
(jermaine!) a rapist that'll in your mouth
I'll probably be in jail 'fore fuckin album comes out
I'm eighteen old, still shit in the bed
Beaten I'm red, fear nothin but war and bread
It's me again, fuckin dirty
So what if it burns, when I stick it in
No medication, I'm out of
I lost my weed, my fuckin diaper's wet

It's night!