Luyện nghe bài hát Hollowpoint

(Two seperate worlds, opposites, yet alike in so many many ways. Both these worlds are engaged in an eternal war with each other. The war of good vs evil, which is which you decide. Only one thing will outlast both armies, only one thing will survive in the end. And special magical little item, is that of which we call the hollow tipped bullet)
Sit and let me take you into the mind of a killa
carnival, psychopathic wig splitta (anybody!)
Mood changes, to rearrange
So love a dinosaur that you tame
I bring pain, what you I'm playing a game
Detroit is my home, Eastside's I claim
Fuck a balla, I the 313
Tek 9's and green trees, it's a luxury
This how it is and I ain't changing for
Fuck the earth, mean mugging, waiting for someone to
I'm sick and tired of fucking for you wanna be
to quit, that's why I keep it underground
And the killa shit, for juggalos that keep it real non-stop
Keep away from juggahos till I load up my
Cause in Detroit we got problems
And all the gunplay that you hear is my homies trying to solve
(Chorus)
You can't tell me anything, hollow control the game
I can tell you, the trigger, things will never be the same
You tell me anything, hollow points control the game
I can tell you, watch the trigger, things will be the same
I gotta brand new Tek, I'm dieing to use
Play games with this and your destined to lose
Mental stress, keeping me
Sniffing of gunpowder to start off the night
Curbside gangbanging with some mark ass
Gunsmoke from holes leaves you dead in the ditches
I'm just an average individual, slanging convict
full of bullets, ready to use them up quick
You ask my name (ABK!), you the game ain't changed
Labeled as a killa, caps all the same
As any other mothafucka with a piece, and a little bit of
Running through the streets, acting
So if you want to, but I'ma keep my focus
And continue with the that I practiced with the Lotus (LOTUS!)
Psychopathic, and I'm down for life, and who dissagree
Let these hollow change ya mind!
(Chorus)
You can't tell me anything, points control the game
I can tell you, watch the trigger, will never be the same
You can't tell me anything, hollow points control the
I can you, watch the trigger, things will never be the same
I the urge to murder, theres no need to cure me
lives, under the light, at night, I'm filled with fury
Is it that the people who you hang with, rub off?
Is that why me and Violent J love bitches heads off?
Imagine you woke up, you was getting choked up
And had to grab a and slit a throat up
The types of shit most people call
But its the that makes you feel, the way to deal, is just to kill
Crazy, ballistic, cause my is a train
With the empty fucking so there's so much to gain
If I appeal to you, do you I keep it real with you?
Turn my back and let my hollow points drill you
What type of do you think that I am?
Because we had a conversation and afterwards we shook hands (How ya doing? up?)
Don't get it in your that I would never hurt you
Cause the ones that getting shot are the ones that to
(Chorus)
You can't tell me anything, hollow points the game
I can tell you, watch the trigger, things will be the same
You can't tell me anything, hollow points the game
I can tell you, watch the trigger, things never be the same