Luyện nghe bài hát Devils Night

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

[swifty

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

eminem]
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 back to this time!
devils night - cause I came back to take what's mine!
Yes 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 devils night - cause I back to take what's mine!

artis]
It's like I'm on the john, tryin to and get no response
Constipated bitch, tell these pigs to off!
The mind of rapist, denaun changes
Beat up without a reason, I'm a anus
Walk the street in a "beat it" jacket a glove to match it
the hat shit I put my head on opposite and step backwards
Walkin zombied it's
Pullin armed robberies on politicians without a of camraderie

Yo, I can concoct the slot, plus I run with the best
Hop on a motorcycle, wheelies over your chest
Bystanders by, thinkin oh what a mess
Blast through every hickie that them bitches put on neck
What the do you expect, when the slugs are dealt
And make you feel every ounce of pain bugz done felt
A deranged team, ganja greens
This car 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 this
And when it blast, it'll take off every piece of your
her barettes to her cheeks to her cute 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 I tied my arm in a sock and smoked rock
drugs is cool, that's why I buy 'em
Shoot 'em up my ass, let your little try 'em
Ten years is what I'm
breakin in my house, lil' bow wow in the basement
(jermaine!) a rapist that'll bust in mouth
I'll probably be in jail 'fore this album comes out
I'm eighteen years old, still in the bed
'til I'm red, fear nothin but war and bread
It's me again, dirty jinn
So what if it burns, bitch I stick it in
No medication, I'm out of
I lost my weed, plus my diaper's wet

It's night!