Luyện nghe bài hát Runnin' From Me

K, it down, do it again...
Like you or I would in God,
They believe in thing, Satan.
And some officers believe it,
It's ghost stories to them.
I, myself, have seen cases,
It's not only a local problem, for a department, such as mine,
It's a problem.
Come and with the real,
The devil steel like this,
I'm a suicidalist.
God the child who gets buck wild,
With the wicket style, in the aisles,
kinda foul, actin' kinda foul,
Yeah, I'm foul yall, foul ball.
Run the gun, if I do ya then your done,
If it didn't do ya done, off shotgun.
Radio fuck 'em, I said fuck 'em,
If I see the DJ, buck, buck, 'em.
Unholy, unholy, brotha,
I nutta, niggas shutta.
Funky get cutta, it's a drunk,
Put your dead body in the with the pumps,
Sister Mary, Mary, why your pussy so hairy?
Gimme hot bloody Mary.
Esham black with a gun,
Run run, run nigga run.
choke ya, provoke ya, my brother,
Suffocated under a pillow to smother.
The son of Satan, just waitin' to it,
But I got ya all runnin'!
Runnin' the devil
not all liars, they're all not making it up,
They're not all crazy, not all psychotic,
going on here.
(Dialing) Hello, hot line.
I just cut up my and my kids,
I to talk to somebody.
please.
going..hey
If you would like to make a call, please up and try again,
if you help, hang up and then dial your operator.
Oh, kill myself.