Luyện nghe bài hát Horns

[Verse 1: N9ne~]
I'm a guy
My a light sky
So Much 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 lotta of the porn
Warned yall, I was straight born raw Ornthall
But I'm way worse because he was
I keeping him in my dungeon with a leather suit
And a ball in his mouth
I had some foreign in his house
How did they get twisted and torn when in bout
Nine inches I stuffed dorn draws in his couch
For now I let em suffer in the morn. all then its
I have a devils haircut in my
That's why I be sucking blood and busting in my rhymes,
I'm horny so don't ignore me if your
Me and Gordy, Prozak love and we in our prime and we

Can't the (horns)
And I must 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)

2: ~Prozak~]
Schizophrenic thoughts spin around my mind like rotisserie
this wicked ministry to the beat of this rebeck's symphony, with a sin for me
Separated by 6 degrees of greed for
And hatred my sensories like hallow screams from penitentiaries
perpetuus cycle of depression intention remains bottomless
Even my psychologist suicide may be the only option out of this
And while the prozak and insane seem to sustain synonyms
One half of me wants to engage in the fame while the other subsides monogamously
A vigilantly that sends deadly packages through the
Confusing law enforcement agencies cause I death threats in brail
With somewhat of a God complex sending the to the depths of hell
I you, you were for warned, now witness like horns unveiled
I'm taking you on a ride so grab those safety belts and fasten 'em
Through the screams of tortured and eternal flames crackling
Refusing to reap what you sow and wanna stop this all from
This madness will continue until all of strange' platinum

Chorus:]

[Verse 3: ~King
I'm in the Desert sands of
Trying to get Jesus to get in the manger,
And a lamb!
Don't yourself off Jesus, use someone elses hands,
So where's damn disciples,
He'd to have some sex again!
I guess Peter's receiving,
Cuz Jesus his ass.
is an effin' fag,
He to dress in drag.
But hey I guess his Dad is as mad,
God woulda had a sissy for a son,
Bet he's that!
But yet we still accept the fact,
he's fuckin' his mother,
And at the Supper, he confesses that.
an undercover, Male-Lover,
And oh yeah, wack!
He want 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 hethens into cats.
King Gordy, the ANTI-Christ, God (no you)
and AFTER Christ, I'm called a Sinner,
Muthafucker!