Luyện nghe bài hát Devils Night

I music to make you sick of fake music
Hate music like devil worshippin satan
So say your prayers, your mary's and jesuses
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 brains to this
Kurt cobain music - students converted to 'caine
As soon as they it went out and murdered and maimed to it
What's name?

[swifty

Got my nine with six sharpshooters, now do this
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, lyrically I'm to strike
Try to snatch this mic, you get cracked with ice
(swifty get own woman!) I want his wife
I'm the type to go to parties with trick dice
I rob casinos, slugs, eat
You'd it was the devil feedin you jalapenos
Now you out of the scene shot at your clean clothes
My fo'-fo', to make you niggaz breathe wrong

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

artis]
It's like I'm on the john, tryin to and get no response
bitch, tell these pigs to back off!
The mind of rapist, never changes
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 on opposite and step backwards
zombied it's ornery
Pullin armed robberies on politicians without a of camraderie

Yo, I can the nine slot, plus I run with the best
Hop on a motorcycle, wheelies over your chest
standin by, thinkin oh what a mess
Blast every hickie that them bitches put on your neck
the fuck do you expect, when the slugs are dealt
And make you feel ounce of pain that bugz done felt
A team, smokin ganja greens
This car beam'll make fuckin head 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 take off every piece of [scream]
From her barettes to her cheeks to her little feet

Stop drugs!! I'm tryin
My little boy is dyin, he too much iron
And if I die, it won't be because I got
It'll be because I tied my arm in a sock and rock
Takin drugs is cool, why I buy 'em
Shoot 'em up my ass, let little brother try 'em
Ten years is what I'm
Police in my house, lil' bow wow in the basement
(jermaine!) a rapist bust in your mouth
I'll probably be in jail 'fore this fuckin album out
I'm eighteen old, still shit in the bed
Beaten I'm red, fear nothin but war and bread
me again, fuckin dirty jinn
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!