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 seed 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
Warned yall, I was straight 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 bra's in his house
How did they get twisted and torn claws when in
Nine inches then I stuffed dorn in his couch
For now I let em suffer in the morn. all its ouch
I have a devils 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, love orgies 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)
I'll give you the (horns)
(Repeat)

[Verse 2:
Schizophrenic thoughts spin around my mind sorta like
Spittin this wicked to the beat of this rebeck's symphony, with a sin for me
Separated by 6 of greed for centuries
And engulfs my sensories like hallow screams from penitentiaries
perpetuus cycle of depression intention remains bottomless
Even my psychologist said 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 while the other half subsides monogamously
A vigilantly that sends deadly through the mail
Confusing law enforcement agencies cause I death threats in brail
somewhat of a God complex sending the Arabs to the depths of hell
I warned you, you were for warned, now witness like unveiled
I'm you on a hell ride so grab those safety belts and fasten 'em
Through the of tortured souls and eternal flames crackling
Refusing to reap you sow and wanna stop this all from happening
This madness will continue until all of strange' platinum

[Repeat

[Verse 3: ~King
I'm in the Desert of Bethlehem
Trying to get Jesus to get in the manger,
And a lamb!
Don't yourself off Jesus, use someone elses hands,
So where's those disciples,
He'd like to have sex again!
I guess Peter's receiving,
Cuz Jesus his ass.
Christ is an fag,
He likes to in drag.
But hey I guess his Dad is as mad,
God woulda had a sissy for a son,
Bet regrettin' that!
But yet we still ain't the fact,
That he's 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 wearin' 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!