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 don't it,
It's just ghost to them.
I, myself, personally seen cases,
It's not only a local problem, for a small department, as mine,
a national problem.
Come and deal the real,
The devil packs steel this,
I'm a suicidalist.
God bless the child who buck wild,
With the style, terror in the aisles,
Livin' kinda foul, kinda foul,
Yeah, I'm kinda yall, foul ball.
Run from the gun, if I do ya your done,
If it didn't do ya done, off shotgun.
Radio 'em, 'cause 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 in the trunk 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.
I'll choke ya, ya, my brother,
Suffocated a pillow intended to smother.
The son of Satan, just waitin' to it,
But I got ya all runnin'!
from the devil
They're not all liars, all not making it up,
not all crazy, they're not all psychotic,
Something's on here.
(Dialing) Hello, hot line.
I just cut up my and my kids,
I to talk to somebody.
please.
going..hey
If you like to make a call, please hang up and try again,
if you help, hang up and then dial your operator.
Oh, I'ma myself.