Luyện nghe bài hát Devils Night

I make to make you sick of fake music
Hate music like worshippin satan music
So say prayers, your 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 out their fuckin brains to this
Kurt cobain - students converted to 'caine users
As soon as they heard it out and murdered and maimed to it
your name?

[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 carole
I'm a poltergeist, lyrically I'm supposed to
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 parties with trick
I rob casinos, slugs, eat
You'd it was the devil feedin you jalapenos
Now you out of the scene hoes at your clean clothes
My fo'-fo', prone to make you niggaz breathe

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

artis]
It's like I'm on the john, tryin to shit and get no
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 step
zombied it's ornery
Pullin armed robberies on without a sense of camraderie

Yo, I can concoct the slot, plus I run with the best
Hop on a motorcycle, bustin wheelies over chest
standin by, thinkin oh what a mess
Blast through every hickie that them put on your neck
What the fuck do you expect, the slugs are dealt
And make you feel ounce of pain that bugz done felt
A deranged team, smokin ganja
This car beam'll make your fuckin head shake 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 off every piece of your [scream]
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
be because I tied my arm in a sock and smoked rock
Takin drugs is cool, why I buy 'em
Shoot 'em up my ass, let your little try 'em
Ten is what I'm facin
Police in my house, lil' bow wow in the basement
(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
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, plus my diaper's wet

It's night!