Luyện nghe bài hát Horns

[Verse 1: N9ne~]
I'm a guy
My a light sky
So Much 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 dog, gotta lotta of the porn yall
yall, I was straight born raw like Ornthall
But I'm way worse he was cornball
I remember keeping him in my with a leather suit
And a orange ball in his
I had some foreign in his house
How did they get twisted and torn when in bout
Nine inches then I stuffed dorn draws in his
For now I let em in the morn. all then its ouch
I a devils haircut in my mind
That's why I be sucking blood and busting in my rhymes,
I'm horny so ignore me if your semi-fine
Me and Gordy, Prozak love orgies and we in our and we

Can't the (horns)
And I hide 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 give you the (horns)
(Repeat)

[Verse 2:
Schizophrenic thoughts spin around my mind sorta rotisserie
Spittin this wicked ministry to the beat of this rebeck's symphony, a sin for me
Separated by 6 degrees of for centuries
And hatred engulfs my sensories like hallow screams from
perpetuus cycle of depression intention remains bottomless
Even my psychologist said suicide may be the only option out of
And while the name prozak and seem to sustain synonyms
One half of me to engage in the fame while the other half subsides monogamously
A vigilantly sends deadly packages through the mail
Confusing law agencies cause I write death threats in brail
With somewhat of a God complex sending the to the depths of hell
I warned you, you were for warned, now witness horns unveiled
I'm taking you on a hell ride so grab those belts and fasten 'em
Through the screams of tortured souls and eternal crackling
Refusing to reap what you sow and wanna stop this all happening
This madness will continue until all of strange' platinum

Chorus:]

[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 off Jesus, use someone elses hands,
So where's those disciples,
He'd like to have 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 never had a for a son,
Bet regrettin' 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 don't 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.
King Gordy, the ANTI-Christ, God (no you)
Before and Christ, I'm called a Sinner,
Muthafucker!