Luyện nghe bài hát Devils Night

I make music to you sick of fake music
Hate music like devil 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 kids blowin out their fuckin to this
Kurt cobain music - students to 'caine users
As soon as they it went out and murdered and maimed to it
What's name?

[swifty

Got my nine with six sharpshooters, now let's do
I got niggaz that shoots to static - you don't
How I'm all up in you niggaz tv's carole anne
I'm a poltergeist, I'm supposed 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 parties with trick dice
I rob casinos, slugs, eat
You'd think it was the devil you jalapenos
Now you out of the hoes shot at your clean clothes
My fo'-fo', prone to make you niggaz wrong

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

artis]
It's like I'm on the john, tryin to shit and get no
Constipated bitch, tell these pigs to off!
The mind of rapist, denaun never
Beat up strangers without a reason, I'm a
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 the nine slot, plus I run with the best
Hop on a motorcycle, bustin wheelies your chest
Bystanders standin by, thinkin oh what a
Blast every hickie that them bitches put on your neck
What the fuck do you expect, when the 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 pledge to the streets of the d
And if you you out cold, catch a piece of this heat
And it blast, it'll take off every piece of your [scream]
From her barettes to her cheeks to her little feet

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 tied my arm in a sock and smoked
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 rapist that'll bust in your
probably be in jail 'fore this fuckin album comes out
I'm eighteen years old, still in the bed
Beaten I'm red, fear nothin but war and bread
It's me again, fuckin dirty
So what if it burns, bitch I stick it in
No medication, I'm out of
I lost my weed, my fuckin diaper's wet

It's night!