Luyện nghe bài hát Devils Night

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

[swifty

Got my nine six sharpshooters, now let's do this
I got niggaz that shoots to static - you understand
How I'm all up in you niggaz tv's like carole
I'm a poltergeist, lyrically I'm to strike
Try to this mic, you get cracked with molson ice
(swifty get your own woman!) I his wife
I'm the type to go to gamblin parties with trick
I rob casinos, slugs, eat
You'd think it was the feedin you jalapenos
Now you out of the scene shot at your clean clothes
My fo'-fo', prone to you niggaz breathe wrong

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

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like I'm on the john, tryin to shit and get no response
Constipated bitch, tell 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 head on opposite and backwards
Walkin zombied ornery
Pullin robberies on politicians 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
through every hickie that them bitches put on your neck
What the fuck do you expect, the slugs are dealt
And make you feel every ounce of pain bugz done felt
A team, smokin ganja greens
This car beam'll make your fuckin shake like tambourines
I allegiance to the streets of the d
And if you you out cold, catch a piece of this heat
And when it blast, it'll 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 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 little brother try 'em
Ten years is what I'm
Police breakin in my house, lil' bow wow in the
(jermaine!) a rapist that'll bust in your
I'll probably be in jail 'fore this album comes out
I'm eighteen years old, shit in the bed
'til I'm red, fear nothin but war and bread
It's me again, dirty jinn
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!