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 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 of the porn yall
Warned yall, I was born raw like Ornthall
But I'm way worse because he was
I keeping him in my dungeon with a leather suit
And a orange in his mouth
I had some foreign bra's in his
How did they get 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 its ouch
I have a haircut in my mind
why I be sucking blood and busting nuts in my rhymes,
I'm horny so don't ignore me if semi-fine
Me and Gordy, Prozak love orgies and we in our 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 I'll you the (horns)
(Repeat)

[Verse 2:
Schizophrenic thoughts spin around my mind sorta like
Spittin this wicked ministry to the of this rebeck's symphony, with a sin for me
Separated by 6 degrees of greed for
And hatred engulfs my sensories like hallow screams penitentiaries
This perpetuus cycle of depression remains bottomless
Even my psychologist said suicide may be the only out of this
And the name prozak and insane seem to sustain synonyms
One half of me wants to engage in the fame the other half subsides monogamously
A vigilantly that sends deadly through 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 like horns
I'm taking you on a hell ride so those safety belts and fasten 'em
the screams of tortured souls and eternal flames crackling
Refusing to what you sow and wanna stop this all from happening
This will continue until all of strange' goes platinum

Chorus:]

[Verse 3: Gordy~]
I'm in the Desert sands of
Trying to get to get Mary in the manger,
And a lamb!
Don't yourself off Jesus, use someone elses hands,
So where's those disciples,
He'd to have some sex again!
I guess Young 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 had a sissy for a son,
Bet he's that!
But yet we ain't accept the fact,
he's fuckin' his mother,
And at the Last Supper, he 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 scary fat demon,
That'll turn all you into scaredy cats.
King Gordy, the ANTI-Christ, God (no you)
Before and Christ, I'm called a Sinner,
Muthafucker!