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 that 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
Dark carnival, psychopathic wig (anybody!)
Mood changes, to rearrange
So love a dinosaur that you tame
I pain, what you think I'm playing a game
is my home, Eastside's what I claim
Fuck a balla, I the 313
With Tek 9's and trees, it's a luxury
This how it is and I ain't for shit
the earth, mean mugging, waiting for someone to trip
I'm sick and tired of fucking for you wanna be
Thugs to quit, that's why I keep it
And drop the killa shit, for that keep it real non-stop
Keep away from juggahos till I load up my
Cause in Detroit we got mothafucking
And all the gunplay that you hear is my homies trying to them
(Chorus)
You tell me anything, hollow points control the game
I can tell you, the trigger, things will never be the same
You can't tell me anything, points control the game
I can tell you, watch the trigger, will never be the same
I gotta new Tek, that I'm dieing to use
games with this killa and your destined to lose
Mental stress, me alive
Sniffing lines of gunpowder to off the night
Curbside with some mark ass bitches
Gunsmoke from holes leaves you dead in the ditches
I'm just an individual, street slanging convict
Pocket full of bullets, ready to use them up
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 bit of attitude
through the streets, acting rude
So hate if you want to, but I'ma 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 points ya mind!
(Chorus)
You can't me anything, hollow points control the game
I can tell you, watch the trigger, will never be the same
You can't tell me anything, hollow points the game
I can tell you, watch the trigger, things will be the same
I feel the to murder, theres no need to cure me
Seven lives, the light, at night, I'm filled with fury
Is it true that the who you hang with, rub off?
Is that why me and J love cutting bitches heads off?
Imagine everytime you woke up, you was getting up
And had to a shank and slit a throat up
The types of shit people call unreal
But its the thing that you feel, the way to deal, is just to kill
Crazy, ballistic, cause my is a train
With the empty wallet so there's so much to gain
If I appeal to you, do you think I keep it real you?
Turn my back and let my points drill into you
What of person do you think that I am?
Because we had a conversation and afterwards we shook hands (How ya What's 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 tell me anything, hollow points control the game
I can you, watch the trigger, things will never be the same
You can't tell me anything, hollow points the game
I can tell you, watch the trigger, things will never be the