Luyện nghe bài hát Horns

[Verse 1: ~Tech
I'm a guy
My a light sky
So love 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 dog, gotta lotta of the porn yall
Warned yall, I was straight born raw Ornthall
But I'm way because he was cornball
I remember keeping him in my dungeon with a suit
And a orange ball in his
I had some foreign bra's in his
How did they get twisted and torn when in bout
Nine inches then I stuffed 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 blood and busting nuts in my rhymes,
I'm horny so don't ignore me if your
Me and Gordy, Prozak 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 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 of greed for centuries
And hatred engulfs my sensories like screams from penitentiaries
This perpetuus cycle of depression intention remains
Even my psychologist said may be the only option 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 half subsides monogamously
A vigilantly that sends deadly packages the mail
Confusing law enforcement agencies cause I write death in brail
With somewhat of a God 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 souls and eternal crackling
Refusing to reap what you sow and wanna stop this all happening
This madness will until all of strange' goes platinum

Chorus:]

[Verse 3: Gordy~]
I'm in the Desert of Bethlehem
Trying to get to get Mary in the manger,
And a lamb!
Don't jerk off Jesus, use someone elses hands,
So those damn disciples,
He'd like to some sex again!
I guess Peter's receiving,
Cuz fucked his ass.
Christ is an fag,
He to dress 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 accept the fact,
That fuckin' his mother,
And at the Supper, he confesses 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,
I'm that scary fat demon,
That'll turn all you into scaredy cats.
Gordy, the ANTI-Christ, God Killer (no you)
Before and Christ, I'm called a Sinner,
Muthafucker!