Luyện nghe bài hát Runnin' From Me

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