Luyện nghe bài hát Devils Night

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

[swifty

Got my nine with six sharpshooters, now do this
I got niggaz that shoots to - you don't understand
How I'm all up in you niggaz tv's like anne
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 his wife
I'm the type to go to gamblin parties with dice
I rob casinos, slugs, eat
think it was the devil feedin you jalapenos
Now you out of the scene hoes shot at your clean
My fo'-fo', to make you niggaz breathe wrong

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

artis]
It's I'm on the john, tryin to shit and get no response
bitch, tell these pigs to back off!
The of rapist, denaun never changes
Beat up without a reason, I'm a anus
Walk the in a "beat it" jacket with a glove to match it
Drop the hat shit I put my head on and step backwards
Walkin it's ornery
Pullin armed robberies on politicians a sense of camraderie

Yo, I can concoct the nine slot, plus I run with the
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 that bugz done felt
A deranged team, ganja greens
This car beam'll make your head shake like tambourines
I pledge allegiance to the of the d
And if you think you out cold, a piece of this heat
And it blast, it'll take off every piece of your [scream]
From her barettes to her to her cute little feet

Stop takin drugs!! I'm
My little boy is dyin, he losin too much
And if I die, it be because I got shot
It'll be I tied my arm in a sock and smoked rock
Takin drugs is cool, why I buy 'em
Shoot 'em up my ass, let little brother try 'em
Ten years is I'm facin
Police breakin in my house, bow wow in the basement
(jermaine!) a that'll bust in your mouth
I'll probably be in jail 'fore this album comes out
I'm eighteen years old, shit in the bed
Beaten 'til I'm red, fear but war and bread
It's me again, fuckin dirty
So what if it burns, bitch when I it in
No medication, I'm out of
I lost my weed, my fuckin diaper's wet

It's night!