Luyện nghe bài hát R.I.P.

Make me than all my enemies
the R.O.C. is now

My mind is in down
As I upon the black mouth smoke
my enemies as they coast
In an fashion

But the (?)
Contains masses of waves
I that they souls may rest in piece
they're dead
And don't even know it yet

But I see, I see
Organizations
The bad man direct
of God's chapel

He snaps the fabrics
Of his existance is now
And now his I must steal and kneal
May you rest in

I'm in the night
I'm in the day
Got to my skin from
All of sun rays

Got a out coffin
With the velvet
The house sleeps in style,
'Cause we

Tinted sun
So I can see the moon
See my body come
And darkness my eyes

Oh my
It's on, as my coffin
I grab fucking neck
it was made for choking

I'm provoking the field
a gat (?)
I my bitches bloody red
Like after (?)
Rest in

streets and alley ways
I'm you off at the crossroads
My dying shades my face
Keeping me safe through all mess

It's going to be a
But I'm like it to releave stress
Don't need to
I eat a bag of cheapa

Feelin' mind's weaker
through your bumpin' speaker
I sent your thoughts straight to the back
Like lay motherfucker it's a jack

Drunk and I'm thinking about major memories
From old to new school
in peace
Pour on some and I'm out