Luyện nghe bài hát Horns

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

Can't the (horns)
And I hide the (horns)
I with the (horns)
So I die the (horns)
If you fuck the (horns)
you get the (horns)
So if you the (horns)
Then I'll you the (horns)
(Repeat)

[Verse 2:
Schizophrenic thoughts spin my mind sorta like rotisserie
Spittin this wicked ministry to the beat of this rebeck's symphony, a sin for me
Separated by 6 of greed for centuries
And hatred engulfs my sensories like screams from penitentiaries
This perpetuus cycle of depression remains bottomless
Even my psychologist said suicide may be the only out of this
And while the name prozak and insane seem to synonyms
One half of me to engage in the fame while the other half subsides monogamously
A vigilantly that sends deadly through the mail
Confusing law enforcement cause I write death threats in brail
With somewhat of a God complex the Arabs to the depths of hell
I warned you, you were for warned, now witness like unveiled
I'm taking you on a ride so grab those safety belts and fasten 'em
Through the screams of tortured souls and eternal flames
Refusing to what you sow and wanna stop this all from happening
This madness continue until all of strange' goes platinum

[Repeat

3: ~King Gordy~]
I'm in the Desert of Bethlehem
to get Jesus to get Mary in the manger,
And a lamb!
Don't jerk yourself off Jesus, use elses hands,
So where's damn disciples,
He'd like to some sex again!
I guess Peter's receiving,
Cuz Jesus his ass.
Christ is an fag,
He likes to in drag.
But hey I his Dad is just as mad,
God woulda never had a for a son,
Bet regrettin' that!
But yet we ain't accept the fact,
That he's 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 wearin' black!
See, I'm the on his shoulder,
Yeah I'm that fat demon,
That'll turn all you into scaredy cats.
Gordy, the ANTI-Christ, God Killer (no you)
Before and Christ, I'm called a Sinner,
Muthafucker!