Luyện nghe bài hát God Forgive Me

"In the year 1982 a music was created. It was given the title: Rap
It had no positive messages, no redeeming value, and feared
By the establishment, it changed the of the world"

Ride as my jabos, my straps watcha back
You where you at? You in urban combat
So stay alert, use the attack of the tactical
Puttin in work, and leavin your troops wet shirts
casuality rate is high, I'm closin in
Prepare for your end, tell your family bye
cool like Egon, and shine like veegon
Pissin on your beons, for and eons
You has no muscle plus you, my new hustle
Fuck scuffin up my knuckles, rather buck you and you buckle
I can't stand a snitch, a real bitch
I got some transcripts to say you been ya lips
Now its on, on site, if I see you sin ya
If I catch you in traffic I'mma gift ya in ya
battle with death for the prize of life
I learned ta come empty handed to a gun fight
My advesaries fright, his last sight
Was a flash of light, you said lightning strike
From the same place twice, I have your head on my
1500, tonights last night gettin blunted

"The voices not be stopped, it began to morph
And reinvent themself, I grew like a blade
Moving like a tornado from the west to the coast
behind a path of destruction and mayhem"

Thick's ice fix ghosts infrared no
And low from the exchange, psycho
lay no feel pain, killa cocka-main
I'm top framin the game, use muscle for the
I zip duffle bags to muffle
Scuffle my knuckles bad on niggaz think that they runnin shit
feel the punishment, uh, blood bath, the wrath
Aftermath, at least the in shit
Too under fallin charum to send up on the earth
Mix things with daughters men
poured from birth the worth for the others
Go to war with my
I'm unstable like did to Abel
I'm out the sinnin from the beginnin
Leavin daddy's girl pretty linen bloody red
What's in the book of dead is now all forgotten
My soul's rotten, still the blood's I feel
Chills, I'm plottin, I'm ill-norm
Take life forms like light storms I at the wrath
Of the guys on, visions of the antichrist is risen
The question is now, am I

"Legends tells the creator of this poison's name was Ice
Although, others have told stories, no matter
Who or invented the monster, their souls would be forever
to Hell"

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Enter the death chambre, richer, leave ya nutless
with the raw scope, double ya dope
Feel my back lash, body cash whole fam and media
Greedy shit, tag ya out the rag Jag, shit
Look in the sky, the horsemen bustin no discussion
No stoppin its apocalypse, and load ya clips
be rich and dead, copa said don't matter cats scatter
Suckas get touched, get rushed
em transform into animal form, wicked Hell-born
of the Flies, cry and ya die
Mechanama come masses soul snatcher, fallen
All angles for you fuckin God lovers
Possession, good suggestion run cuddle funds
Double your guns, watch kids grow, stay out my flow
Be wise, the magnificence, evidence, mind
sins, the abomination, I'm
That nigga, nigga, street mack
Hot is my strap, wet is your
Understand I never forgive, leavin like seive
Clap gats til my fuckin shit's
Niggaz bear

"Like any deadly disease, it has many men
From the east, west, north, and south, rap is now
Alive, God forgive me, God me"