Luyện nghe bài hát Devils Night

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

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

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

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It's like I'm on the john, tryin to shit and get no
Constipated bitch, these pigs to back 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 to match it
Drop the hat shit I put my on opposite and step backwards
zombied it's ornery
Pullin armed robberies on politicians without a sense of

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

Stop drugs!! I'm tryin
My little boy is dyin, he too much iron
And if I die, it won't be I got shot
be because I tied my arm in a sock 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 what I'm
Police breakin in my house, bow wow in the basement
(jermaine!) a rapist that'll in your mouth
I'll be in jail 'fore this fuckin album comes out
I'm eighteen years old, shit in the bed
Beaten I'm red, fear nothin but war and bread
It's me again, fuckin jinn
So what if it burns, when I stick it in
No medication, I'm out of
I lost my weed, plus my fuckin wet

It's night!