Luyện nghe bài hát Horns

[Verse 1: N9ne~]
I'm a guy
My lifes a sky
So love I might cry
Not! Try
I'm an evil and the day I sleep and the night fly
G.A.Z.E. in my E.Y.E'Z and you die
I'm a horn dog, gotta of the porn yall
Warned yall, I was straight born raw like
But I'm way worse he was cornball
I remember keeping him in my dungeon with a leather
And a orange in his mouth
I had foreign bra's in his house
How did they get twisted and torn claws in bout
Nine inches then I stuffed dorn draws in his
For now I let em suffer in the morn. all its ouch
I a devils haircut in my mind
That's why I be blood and busting nuts in my rhymes,
I'm so don't ignore me if your semi-fine
Me and Gordy, Prozak love orgies and we in our and we

Can't the (horns)
And I must the (horns)
I live the (horns)
So I die the (horns)
If you fuck the (horns)
you get the (horns)
So if you the (horns)
Then give you the (horns)
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[Verse 2:
thoughts spin around my mind sorta like rotisserie
Spittin this wicked ministry to the of this rebeck's symphony, with a sin for me
Separated by 6 degrees of greed for
And hatred engulfs my like hallow screams from penitentiaries
This cycle of depression intention remains bottomless
Even my said suicide may be the only option out of this
And the name prozak and insane seem to sustain synonyms
One half of me wants to engage in the fame while the other half monogamously
A vigilantly that sends deadly through the mail
Confusing law agencies cause I write death threats in brail
With somewhat of a God complex sending the to the depths of hell
I warned you, you were for warned, now witness like horns
I'm taking you on a hell ride so those safety belts and fasten 'em
Through the of tortured souls and eternal flames crackling
Refusing to reap what you sow and wanna stop this all from
This madness will until all of strange' goes platinum

[Repeat

[Verse 3: ~King
I'm in the Desert of Bethlehem
to get Jesus to get Mary in the manger,
And a lamb!
jerk yourself off Jesus, use someone elses hands,
So those damn disciples,
He'd like to have sex again!
I Young Peter's receiving,
Cuz fucked his ass.
is an effin' fag,
He likes to in drag.
But hey I his Dad is just as mad,
God never had a sissy for a son,
Bet he's that!
But yet we ain't accept the fact,
he's fuckin' his mother,
And at the Last Supper, he that.
an undercover, Male-Lover,
And oh yeah, wack!
He don't the Light,
Now I got Christ black!
See, I'm the on his shoulder,
Yeah I'm scary fat demon,
turn all you hethens into scaredy cats.
King Gordy, the ANTI-Christ, God (no you)
and AFTER Christ, I'm called a Sinner,
Muthafucker!