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 seed and the day I sleep and the fly
G.A.Z.E. in my E.Y.E'Z and you die
I'm a horn dog, lotta of the porn yall
Warned yall, I was straight born raw like
But I'm way worse because he was
I remember keeping him in my dungeon with a suit
And a orange in his mouth
I had foreign bra's in his house
How did get twisted and torn claws when in bout
Nine inches I stuffed 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 busting in my rhymes,
I'm horny so ignore me if your semi-fine
Me and Gordy, Prozak 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 fuck the (horns)
you get the (horns)
So if you the (horns)
I'll give you the (horns)
(Repeat)

[Verse 2:
Schizophrenic spin around my mind sorta like 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 engulfs my sensories like hallow screams from penitentiaries
This perpetuus cycle of depression intention bottomless
Even my psychologist said suicide may be the only option out of
And while the name prozak and insane seem to synonyms
One half of me wants to engage in the fame while the other half subsides
A vigilantly that sends packages through the mail
Confusing law enforcement agencies cause I write death threats in
With 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 hell ride so those safety belts and fasten 'em
Through the screams of tortured souls and eternal crackling
Refusing to what 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 to get Mary in the manger,
And a lamb!
jerk yourself off Jesus, use someone elses hands,
So where's damn disciples,
He'd to have some 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 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 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,
I'm that scary fat demon,
That'll all you hethens into scaredy cats.
Gordy, the ANTI-Christ, God Killer (no you)
Before and AFTER Christ, I'm a Sinner,
Muthafucker!