Luyện nghe bài hát Devils Night

I music to make you sick of fake music
Hate music like worshippin satan music
So say your prayers, hail mary's and jesuses
two sticks, tape 'em together and make a crucifix
Try to stop it but you do it (ha ha)
A whole generation of kids blowin out their fuckin to this
Kurt cobain music - students to 'caine users
As as they heard 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 static - you don't
How I'm all up in you niggaz like carole anne
I'm a poltergeist, I'm supposed to strike
Try to snatch mic, you get cracked with molson ice
(swifty get your own woman!) I his wife
I'm the type to go to gamblin with trick dice
I rob casinos, slugs, eat
think it was the devil 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)
I came 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 (da da dah, da-da da da dah duh da)
Cause I came back to rule time!
It's devils night - cause I came back to what's mine!

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It's like I'm on the john, tryin to and get no response
Constipated bitch, these pigs 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" with a glove to match it
Drop the hat shit I put my head on and step backwards
Walkin zombied it's
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 wheelies over your
Bystanders standin by, thinkin oh what a
through every hickie that them bitches put on your neck
What the do you expect, when the slugs are dealt
And make you feel every of pain that bugz done felt
A deranged team, smokin greens
car beam'll 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 of your [scream]
From her to her cheeks to her cute little feet

Stop takin drugs!! I'm
My little boy is dyin, he too much iron
And if I die, it be because I got shot
It'll be because I tied my arm in a sock and rock
drugs is cool, that's why I buy 'em
Shoot 'em up my ass, let little brother try 'em
Ten years is I'm facin
breakin in my house, lil' bow wow in the basement
(jermaine!) a rapist that'll in your mouth
I'll probably be in jail 'fore this fuckin comes out
I'm eighteen old, still shit in the bed
Beaten 'til I'm red, fear 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 diaper's wet

It's night!