Luyện nghe bài hát Horns

[Verse 1: ~Tech
I'm a guy
My lifes a 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, gotta lotta of the yall
Warned yall, I was straight raw like Ornthall
But I'm way worse because he was
I remember him in my dungeon with a leather suit
And a orange in his mouth
I had some foreign in his house
How did get twisted and torn claws when in bout
Nine inches then I stuffed dorn draws in his
For now I let em in the morn. all then its ouch
I have a haircut in my mind
That's why I be sucking blood and nuts in my rhymes,
I'm so don't ignore me if your semi-fine
Me and Gordy, Prozak orgies and we in our prime and we

Can't the (horns)
And I hide 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)
(Repeat)

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

Chorus:]

[Verse 3: Gordy~]
I'm in the sands of Bethlehem
Trying to get 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 to have 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 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 Christ black!
See, I'm the on his shoulder,
I'm that scary fat demon,
That'll all you hethens into scaredy cats.
King Gordy, the ANTI-Christ, God (no you)
and AFTER Christ, I'm called a Sinner,
Muthafucker!