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 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 lotta of the porn
Warned yall, I was straight born raw Ornthall
But I'm way worse because he was
I keeping him in my dungeon with a leather suit
And a ball in his mouth
I had some bra's in his house
How did they get and torn claws when in bout
Nine then I stuffed dorn draws in his couch
For now I let em in the morn. all then 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 your
Me and Gordy, Prozak orgies and we in our prime and we

Can't the (horns)
And I must the (horns)
I live 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 my mind sorta like rotisserie
Spittin this wicked ministry to the beat of this symphony, with a sin for me
Separated by 6 of greed for centuries
And hatred engulfs my sensories like hallow from penitentiaries
This cycle of depression intention remains bottomless
Even my psychologist said suicide may be the only out of this
And while the name and insane seem to sustain synonyms
One half of me wants to in the fame while the other half subsides monogamously
A vigilantly that sends deadly packages through the
Confusing law enforcement agencies cause I write threats in brail
somewhat 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 ride so grab those safety belts and fasten 'em
Through the screams of tortured and eternal flames crackling
Refusing to reap what you sow and stop this all from happening
This madness will continue all of strange' goes platinum

Chorus:]

[Verse 3: ~King
I'm in the Desert 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,
He'd like to have sex again!
I guess Peter's receiving,
Cuz Jesus 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 he's 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 want the Light,
Now I got Christ black!
See, I'm the on his shoulder,
I'm that scary fat demon,
That'll all you hethens into scaredy cats.
Gordy, the ANTI-Christ, God Killer (no you)
Before and Christ, I'm called a Sinner,
Muthafucker!