Luyện nghe bài hát Devils Night

I make to make you sick of fake music
music like devil worshippin satan music
So say your prayers, your hail mary's and
two sticks, tape 'em together and make a crucifix
Try to it but you cain't 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 they it went out and murdered and maimed to it
your name?

[swifty

Got my with six sharpshooters, now let's do this
I got niggaz that shoots to - you don't understand
How I'm all up in you tv's like carole anne
I'm a poltergeist, I'm supposed to strike
Try to snatch mic, you get cracked with molson ice
(swifty get own woman!) I want his wife
I'm the type to go to parties with trick dice
I rob casinos, slugs, eat
You'd 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

[chorus:
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 devils night - cause I came back to 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!
devils night - cause I came back to take what's mine!

[kon
It's I'm on the john, tryin to shit and get no response
Constipated bitch, tell these to back off!
The mind of rapist, denaun never
up strangers 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 head on opposite and backwards
Walkin zombied ornery
Pullin armed robberies on without a sense of camraderie

Yo, I can concoct the nine slot, plus I run with the
Hop on a motorcycle, wheelies over your chest
Bystanders standin by, thinkin oh a mess
Blast through every that them bitches put on your neck
What the do you expect, when the slugs are dealt
And make you feel every ounce of pain that done felt
A deranged team, smokin greens
This car beam'll 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 this
And when it blast, it'll off every piece of your [scream]
From her barettes to her cheeks to her cute little

Stop takin drugs!! I'm
My little boy is dyin, he losin too iron
And if I die, it be because I got shot
It'll be because I my arm in a sock and smoked rock
Takin is cool, that's why I buy 'em
Shoot 'em up my ass, let little brother try 'em
Ten is what 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 jail 'fore this fuckin comes out
I'm years old, still shit in the bed
'til I'm red, fear nothin but war and bread
It's me again, fuckin jinn
So if it burns, bitch when I stick it in
No medication, I'm out of
I lost my weed, plus my diaper's wet

It's night!