Luyện nghe bài hát Horns

[Verse 1: ~Tech
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 born raw like
But I'm way worse because he was
I remember keeping him in my dungeon with a suit
And a ball in his mouth
I had some foreign in his house
How did they get twisted and torn claws when in
Nine inches then I stuffed dorn draws in his
For now I let em suffer in the morn. all then its
I have a haircut in my mind
That's why I be sucking blood and busting 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 fuck the (horns)
you get the (horns)
So if you the (horns)
Then give you the (horns)
(Repeat)

2: ~Prozak~]
Schizophrenic thoughts spin my mind sorta like rotisserie
Spittin this wicked to the beat of this rebeck's symphony, with a sin for me
Separated by 6 degrees of for centuries
And hatred engulfs my like hallow screams from penitentiaries
This perpetuus cycle of depression intention remains
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 while the half subsides monogamously
A that sends deadly packages through the mail
Confusing law enforcement agencies cause I death threats in brail
With of a God complex 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 those safety belts and fasten 'em
Through the screams of tortured and eternal flames crackling
Refusing to reap what you sow and wanna stop this all from
This madness will until all of strange' goes platinum

[Repeat

[Verse 3: ~King
I'm in the sands of Bethlehem
Trying to get Jesus to get in the manger,
And a lamb!
Don't jerk yourself off Jesus, use someone hands,
So those damn disciples,
like to have some 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 never had a for a son,
Bet he's that!
But yet we still ain't 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 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)
Before and AFTER Christ, I'm a Sinner,
Muthafucker!