Luyện nghe bài hát Horns

[Verse 1: ~Tech
I'm a guy
My a light sky
So Much love I 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, lotta 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 a leather suit
And a ball in his mouth
I had some bra's in his house
How did get twisted and torn claws when in bout
Nine inches then I stuffed dorn in his couch
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, 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 give you the (horns)
(Repeat)

[Verse 2:
Schizophrenic thoughts spin around my mind sorta rotisserie
Spittin this wicked ministry to the of this rebeck's symphony, with a sin for me
Separated by 6 of greed for centuries
And hatred engulfs my like hallow screams from penitentiaries
This perpetuus cycle of intention remains bottomless
Even my said suicide may be the only option out of this
And while the name prozak and insane seem to synonyms
One half of me wants to engage in the fame while the other half subsides
A vigilantly that sends packages through the mail
Confusing law agencies 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 horns unveiled
I'm taking you on a hell ride so grab those belts and fasten 'em
Through the screams of tortured and eternal flames crackling
Refusing to reap you sow and wanna stop this all from happening
This madness will continue until all of strange' goes

[Repeat

[Verse 3: ~King
I'm in the Desert of Bethlehem
Trying to get Jesus to get in the manger,
And a lamb!
jerk yourself off Jesus, use someone elses hands,
So where's those disciples,
He'd to have some sex again!
I guess Peter's receiving,
Cuz fucked his ass.
Christ is an fag,
He to dress in drag.
But hey I guess his Dad is as mad,
God never 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 don't the Light,
Now I got wearin' black!
See, I'm the on his shoulder,
Yeah I'm scary fat demon,
That'll turn all you into scaredy cats.
King Gordy, the ANTI-Christ, God (no you)
and AFTER Christ, I'm called a Sinner,
Muthafucker!