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 porn
Warned yall, I was straight born raw like
But I'm way because he was cornball
I remember keeping him in my dungeon a leather suit
And a orange ball in his
I had foreign 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 in the morn. all then its ouch
I have a haircut in my mind
That's why I be sucking blood and busting in my rhymes,
I'm horny so don't ignore me if your
Me and Gordy, Prozak love orgies and we in our 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)

[Verse 2:
Schizophrenic thoughts spin around my mind sorta rotisserie
Spittin wicked ministry to the beat of this rebeck's symphony, with a sin for me
by 6 degrees of greed for centuries
And hatred engulfs my sensories like hallow from penitentiaries
This cycle of depression intention remains bottomless
my psychologist said suicide 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 the other half subsides monogamously
A vigilantly sends deadly packages through the mail
Confusing law enforcement agencies cause I write death threats in
With somewhat of a God sending the Arabs 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
Through the screams of tortured souls and eternal crackling
Refusing to reap what you sow and wanna stop this all from
madness will continue until all of strange' goes platinum

[Repeat

[Verse 3: Gordy~]
I'm in the Desert of Bethlehem
Trying to get Jesus to get in the manger,
And a lamb!
jerk yourself off Jesus, use someone elses hands,
So those damn disciples,
He'd like to some sex again!
I guess Young receiving,
Cuz Jesus his ass.
Christ is an fag,
He to dress 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 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,
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!