Luyện nghe bài hát Devils Night

I make music to make you sick of music
Hate music like devil worshippin music
So say your prayers, your hail mary's and
Take two sticks, tape 'em together and a crucifix
Try to it but you cain't do it (ha ha)
A whole generation of blowin out their fuckin brains to this
Kurt cobain music - converted to 'caine users
As soon as they heard it out and murdered and maimed to it
your name?

[swifty

Got my nine with six sharpshooters, now do this
I got niggaz that shoots to - you don't understand
How I'm all up in you tv's like carole anne
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 with trick dice
I rob casinos, slugs, eat
You'd think it was the feedin you jalapenos
Now you out of the scene hoes at your clean clothes
My fo'-fo', prone to make you breathe wrong

eminem]
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 rule time!
It's devils night - cause I came to take what's 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 back to rule this time!
It's devils night - cause I came back to 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 never
Beat up strangers a reason, I'm a anus
Walk the street in a "beat it" jacket a glove to match it
Drop the hat shit I put my head on and step backwards
Walkin zombied ornery
Pullin armed on politicians without a sense of camraderie

Yo, I can concoct the nine slot, plus I run with the
Hop on a motorcycle, bustin wheelies over chest
Bystanders standin by, thinkin oh what a
Blast through every hickie that them bitches put on neck
What the 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 your fuckin shake like tambourines
I pledge allegiance to the of the d
And if you think you out cold, a piece of this heat
And when it blast, it'll take off every piece of your
From her barettes to her cheeks to her cute feet

Stop drugs!! I'm tryin
My little boy is dyin, he losin too much
And if I die, it won't be because I got
It'll be because I tied my arm in a 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
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 'til I'm red, fear nothin but war and
me again, fuckin dirty jinn
So what if it burns, bitch when I it in
No medication, I'm out of
I lost my weed, plus my diaper's wet

It's night!