Luyện nghe bài hát Drunken Ninja Master

[Jamie
Is it a vampire that you see before eyes?
you focus, I dematerialize
And vanish thin air
So all you bitches better beware
For six of the Lotus Pod, prepare
For the coming of the creatures in dark with faith
The battle is before us, the is Hell's gate
I'm the first general of the Cobra-Khan
The black demon, Madrox, ninja master

Killa]
The night air makes me awake from my dream
It always seems like a killer loose, living in me
I try running from the shadows the moonlight streets
In search of hoping to a place like me
Offering forgotten souls, blood,
the hatchet respect
The all up in this bitch, giving free chin checks
Suffocating from the cellar we grow with the stars
Even the drunken knowing who we are, muthafucka!!

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Drunken...
Ninja...
Master...
Lotus...
Lotus...

[Monoxide
Blood bath, arms with my wings spread
I'm in this burned down and
I'm surrounded by the
Now
I can reach a cloud sky
And I can make it all red before your very eyes
Shadowless in the mirror like
Fuck us off the hook, bitch-boy, we off the hit
I keep hitt-ating like monsters the trees blow by
And I'm demented with killer inside
Who die?!?!

J]
Look at me, I walls
And throw balls
I seek and destory the skulls of without a cause
Chinese stars, I throw
For the Dark
I represent the
Spicolli's
And Brodie's
Look at my face, Jesus, don't ask my
Or I'll draw this Hex ninja sword and my incision
I'm Shaggy with this beat
I'm
I'm
A drunken ninja master, I'll you like,
ah, Choko's

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Drunken...
Ninja...
Master...
Lotus...
Lotus...

[Reversed message by Madrox]
My religion is my religion and for me to know.
The lotuspod is in the and in the dark is how we roll.
We the drunken ninja masters with the ninja flows.
Drink blood the bodies, steal life from the souls.

Lifestyle of a straight out the fucking casket
Fucking with a dead man, you'll get your head
for the Lotus Pod, for Blaze a crook
And if any punks step up and test your luck
You find yourself laying in the back of the
Muthafucka, I'm a ninja master thug
40's of Bud
We drinking 40's of
(yeah!!)

2 Dope]
the bottle, pop the cap
Throw it
Expired bitch's flowing down my neck
Constantly putting in my body
direct from bowels
Causing my hands to do things out my brain's
Like, see, umm....grabbing and squeezing
Waking up next to lifeless bodies that ain't
Blame it on the blood, voodoo, or
And you'll just make this call
From a drunken master
You bastard!!

Drunken...
Ninja...
Master...
Lotus...
Lotus...
Drunken...
Ninja...
Master...
Lotus...
Lotus...
Drunken...
Ninja...
Master...
Lotus...
Lotus...
Drunken.............