Luyện nghe bài hát Horns

[Verse 1: N9ne~]
I'm a guy
My a light sky
So Much love I 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 porn
Warned yall, I was born raw like Ornthall
But I'm way worse because he was
I remember keeping him in my dungeon with a leather
And a orange ball in his
I had some bra's in his house
How did they get twisted and torn claws in bout
Nine inches I stuffed dorn draws in his couch
For now I let em suffer in the morn. all its ouch
I have a devils in my mind
That's why I be blood and busting nuts in my rhymes,
I'm so don't ignore me if your semi-fine
Me and Gordy, love orgies and we in our prime and we

Can't the (horns)
And I must 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)

[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 of greed for centuries
And hatred my sensories like hallow screams from penitentiaries
This perpetuus of depression intention remains bottomless
Even my psychologist said suicide may be the only option out of
And while the prozak and insane seem to sustain synonyms
One of me wants to engage in the fame while the other half subsides monogamously
A vigilantly that deadly packages through the mail
Confusing law enforcement agencies cause I death threats in brail
With 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 taking you on a ride so grab those safety belts and fasten 'em
Through the screams of tortured souls and eternal flames
Refusing to reap what you sow and wanna this all from happening
This madness continue until all of strange' goes platinum

Chorus:]

[Verse 3: Gordy~]
I'm in the sands of Bethlehem
to get Jesus to get Mary in the manger,
And a lamb!
jerk yourself off Jesus, use someone elses hands,
So where's those disciples,
like to have some sex again!
I guess Young receiving,
Cuz fucked his ass.
Christ is an fag,
He likes to in drag.
But hey I his Dad is just as mad,
God woulda never had a for a son,
Bet he's that!
But yet we still accept the fact,
That fuckin' 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 Christ black!
See, I'm the on his shoulder,
I'm that scary fat demon,
That'll turn all you hethens into cats.
King Gordy, the ANTI-Christ, God (no you)
Before and Christ, I'm called a Sinner,
Muthafucker!