Luyện nghe bài hát Hell's Pit- C.p.k's

I walked the church dressed up as an altar boy i seen a preacher, he said little boy imma
Teacher, put his hand on my shoulder the claw of the beast, i never thought it'd be so
Fuckin murdering a priest, we went into the confession booth, he took off his clothes& cut
Some yay right on his bible top & ooted his nose, i jammed a butcher knife 12 into his
Gut, he looked me right in the eyes while i was it up, preacha killas!

Crooked killas (stop it!)
Crooked preacha killas (i gotta em up!)
Crooked preacha (stop it!)
Crooked killas!

I walked into the sermon, strapped with a iron crowbar, i a nun into a bloody stew in the
Trunk of my car, how the she got fake titties & a pussy ring? bullshit! she sucked the
Preachers dick in the pulpit, i know the goings-on, ive witnessed it while pushing my mop &
Gushing when my hatchet go chop, i aint a fuckin rolla, im outta controlla, face painted,
Fuckin killas gone off that yola...cola

Crooked preacha (stop it!)
Crooked killas (i gotta bloody em up!)
Crooked preacha (stop it!)
Crooked killas!

We shootin for the preacha, fuck, i missed & hit the reverend, but it doesnt matter though,
Say hes goin to heaven, & then i for the preacher, i blew his ear off, we in the balcony
Bustin, gone of pcp & smirnoff, i shot again, missed & hit in the choir, they fell back
Into the candle & caught the place on fire, i shot again, i finally caught the preacherin
His dome, we put our barrels to each others heads & took it home

Crooked killas (stop it!)
Crooked preacha (i gotta bloody em up!)
Crooked killas (stop it!)
Crooked preacha killas (leave the fuckin alone!)
Crooked preacha (faggots!)
preacha killas (i gotta bloody em up!)
Crooked preacha (stop it!)
Crooked preacha killas (i gotta em up!)