Luyện nghe bài hát Horns

[Verse 1: ~Tech
I'm a guy
My lifes a sky
So Much I might cry
Not! Try
I'm an evil seed and the day I 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 yall
Warned yall, I was straight born raw Ornthall
But I'm way worse he was cornball
I remember keeping him in my dungeon a leather suit
And a orange ball in his
I had some foreign in his house
How did they get twisted and claws when in bout
Nine inches then I stuffed dorn draws in his
For now I let em suffer in the morn. all its ouch
I have a devils in my mind
That's why I be sucking blood and nuts in my rhymes,
I'm horny so don't ignore me if your
Me and Gordy, love orgies and we in our prime 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)
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[Verse 2:
thoughts spin around 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 other half subsides
A vigilantly that sends deadly through the mail
Confusing law enforcement agencies cause I write death threats in
With somewhat of a God complex sending the to the depths of hell
I warned you, you were for warned, now like horns unveiled
I'm taking you on a hell ride so grab those belts and fasten 'em
the screams of tortured souls and eternal flames crackling
Refusing to reap what you sow and stop this all from happening
This will continue until all of strange' goes platinum

[Repeat

[Verse 3: ~King
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 to have some sex again!
I Young 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 never had a sissy for a son,
Bet regrettin' that!
But yet we still ain't the fact,
That fuckin' his mother,
And at the Supper, he confesses 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,
Yeah I'm that fat demon,
That'll turn all you hethens scaredy cats.
King Gordy, the ANTI-Christ, God (no you)
and AFTER Christ, I'm called a Sinner,
Muthafucker!