Luyện nghe bài hát Horns

[Verse 1: N9ne~]
I'm a guy
My lifes a sky
So love I might 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 of the porn yall
Warned yall, I was straight raw like Ornthall
But I'm way worse because he was
I remember keeping him in my dungeon with a leather
And a ball in his mouth
I had foreign bra's in his house
How did they get and torn claws when in bout
Nine inches then I stuffed dorn draws in his
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 ignore me if your semi-fine
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 with the (horns)
you get the (horns)
So if you the (horns)
Then I'll you the (horns)
(Repeat)

2: ~Prozak~]
Schizophrenic spin around my mind sorta like rotisserie
Spittin this wicked ministry to the beat of this rebeck's symphony, a sin for me
Separated by 6 degrees of greed for
And hatred engulfs my sensories like hallow screams from
This cycle of depression intention remains bottomless
my psychologist said suicide may be the only option out of this
And while the name prozak and insane to sustain synonyms
One half of me wants to engage in the fame while the other half monogamously
A vigilantly sends deadly packages through the mail
Confusing law enforcement agencies cause I write threats in brail
With somewhat of a God complex sending the 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 safety and fasten 'em
Through the screams of tortured and eternal flames crackling
Refusing to reap what you sow and wanna stop this all from
madness will continue until all of strange' goes platinum

[Repeat

3: ~King Gordy~]
I'm in the sands of Bethlehem
Trying to get Jesus to get in the manger,
And a lamb!
Don't yourself off Jesus, use someone elses hands,
So those damn disciples,
He'd like to have sex again!
I guess Young receiving,
Cuz fucked his ass.
Christ is an 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 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 want the Light,
Now I got Christ black!
See, I'm the on his shoulder,
I'm that scary 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!