Luyện nghe bài hát Devils Night

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

mcvay]

Got my nine with six sharpshooters, now let's do
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, I'm supposed to strike
Try to snatch this mic, you get with molson ice
(swifty get your own woman!) I want his
I'm the to go to gamblin parties with trick dice
I rob casinos, slugs, eat
You'd think it was the devil you jalapenos
Now you out of the hoes shot 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 devils (da da dah, da-da da da dah duh da)
Cause I came back to rule time!
It's devils night - cause I back 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 came to rule this time!
It's devils night - I came back to take what's mine!

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It's like I'm on the john, tryin to and get no response
Constipated bitch, these pigs to back off!
The mind of rapist, denaun 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 I put my head on opposite and step backwards
Walkin zombied ornery
Pullin armed robberies on 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, oh what a mess
Blast through every hickie that them bitches put on neck
the fuck do you expect, when the slugs are dealt
And make you feel every ounce of that bugz done felt
A team, smokin ganja greens
This car make your fuckin head shake like tambourines
I pledge allegiance to the of the d
And if you think you out cold, catch a piece of heat
And when it blast, take off every piece of your [scream]
From her 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 brother try 'em
Ten years is what I'm
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 album comes out
I'm eighteen years old, still in the bed
Beaten 'til I'm red, 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, plus my diaper's wet

It's night!