Luyện nghe bài hát Devils Night

I make music to make you sick of music
Hate music like devil 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 cobain - students converted to 'caine users
As soon as they heard it went out and and maimed to it
your name?

[swifty

Got my nine 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 like carole anne
I'm a poltergeist, lyrically I'm supposed to
Try to this mic, you get cracked with molson ice
(swifty get your own woman!) I want his
I'm the type to go to parties with trick dice
I rob casinos, slugs, eat
think it was the devil feedin you jalapenos
Now you out of the scene hoes shot at your clean
My fo'-fo', prone to you niggaz breathe wrong

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

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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 changes
Beat up without a reason, I'm a anus
Walk the in a "beat it" jacket with a glove to match it
the hat shit I put my head on opposite and step backwards
Walkin zombied ornery
armed robberies on politicians without a sense of camraderie

Yo, I can concoct the nine slot, I run with the best
Hop on a motorcycle, wheelies over your chest
Bystanders standin by, thinkin oh what a
Blast through every hickie that them bitches put on your
What the fuck do you expect, when the slugs are
And make you feel every ounce of pain bugz done felt
A deranged team, smokin ganja
This car beam'll make fuckin head shake like tambourines
I allegiance to the streets of the d
And if you think you out cold, a piece of this heat
And when it blast, take off every piece of your [scream]
From her to her cheeks to her cute little feet

Stop drugs!! I'm tryin
My little boy is dyin, he losin too iron
And if I die, it won't be I got shot
It'll be because I tied my arm in a sock and rock
Takin is cool, that's why I buy 'em
Shoot 'em up my ass, let your brother try 'em
Ten years is what I'm
Police breakin in my house, lil' bow wow in the
(jermaine!) a rapist that'll bust in mouth
probably be in jail 'fore this fuckin album comes out
I'm eighteen years old, still in the bed
Beaten 'til I'm red, fear nothin but war and
It's me again, fuckin jinn
So what if it burns, bitch when I it in
No medication, I'm out of
I my weed, plus my fuckin diaper's wet

It's night!