Luyện nghe bài hát Horns

[Verse 1: N9ne~]
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 yall
Warned yall, I was straight born raw like
But I'm way worse he was cornball
I remember keeping him in my dungeon with a leather
And a orange in his mouth
I had foreign bra's in his house
How did they get twisted and torn when in bout
Nine inches then I dorn draws in his couch
For now I let em suffer in the morn. all its ouch
I a devils haircut 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 with 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)

2: ~Prozak~]
Schizophrenic thoughts spin around my mind sorta rotisserie
Spittin this wicked ministry to the of this rebeck's symphony, with a sin for me
Separated by 6 degrees of for centuries
And hatred engulfs my sensories like hallow from penitentiaries
This perpetuus cycle of depression intention remains
Even my psychologist said suicide may be the only option out of
And while the name prozak and insane to sustain synonyms
One half of me wants to engage in the fame while the other subsides monogamously
A vigilantly that sends deadly packages the mail
Confusing law enforcement agencies cause I write death 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 horns
I'm taking you on a hell so grab those safety belts and fasten 'em
Through the screams of tortured and eternal flames crackling
Refusing to what you sow and wanna stop this all from happening
This madness will until all of strange' goes platinum

[Repeat

[Verse 3: ~King
I'm in the sands of Bethlehem
to get Jesus to get Mary in the manger,
And a lamb!
Don't jerk yourself off Jesus, use someone hands,
So where's those disciples,
He'd like to some sex again!
I guess Young receiving,
Cuz fucked his ass.
is an effin' fag,
He to dress in drag.
But hey I his Dad is just as mad,
God never had a sissy for a son,
Bet he's 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 want 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 into cats.
King Gordy, the ANTI-Christ, God (no you)
Before and AFTER Christ, I'm a Sinner,
Muthafucker!