Luyện nghe bài hát Horns

[Verse 1: N9ne~]
I'm a guy
My a light sky
So love I might cry
Not! Try
I'm an seed 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 dog, gotta lotta of the porn yall
Warned yall, I was straight born raw like
But I'm way worse he was cornball
I remember him in my dungeon with a leather suit
And a orange ball in his
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 suffer in the morn. all then its
I have a devils in my mind
That's why I be sucking blood and nuts 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 hide the (horns)
I with the (horns)
So I die the (horns)
If you with the (horns)
you get the (horns)
So if you the (horns)
Then give you the (horns)
(Repeat)

2: ~Prozak~]
Schizophrenic thoughts spin around my mind like rotisserie
Spittin wicked 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 screams from
perpetuus cycle of depression intention remains bottomless
Even my said suicide may be the only option out of this
And while the name prozak and seem to sustain synonyms
One half of me wants to engage in the fame the other half subsides monogamously
A that sends deadly packages through the mail
Confusing law agencies cause I write death threats in brail
With somewhat of a God sending the Arabs to the depths of hell
I warned you, you for warned, now witness like horns unveiled
I'm taking you on a hell ride so grab those belts and fasten 'em
Through the of tortured souls and eternal flames crackling
Refusing to reap what you sow and stop this all from happening
This madness will until all of strange' goes platinum

[Repeat

[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 someone hands,
So where's those disciples,
He'd like to have sex again!
I Young Peter's receiving,
Cuz Jesus his ass.
is an effin' fag,
He to dress in drag.
But hey I his Dad is just as mad,
God woulda had a sissy for a son,
Bet regrettin' that!
But yet we still ain't the fact,
That 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 that 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!