Luyện nghe bài hát Runnin' From Me

K, it down, do it again...
Like you or I believe in God,
They believe in thing, Satan.
And some officers don't it,
It's just ghost to them.
I, myself, have 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 the child who gets buck wild,
With the style, terror in the aisles,
Livin' kinda foul, kinda foul,
Yeah, I'm kinda foul yall, ball.
Run from the gun, if I do ya your done,
If it do ya done, sawed off shotgun.
fuck 'em, 'cause I said fuck 'em,
If I see the DJ, buck, buck, 'em.
Unholy, unholy, brotha,
When I nutta, shutta.
Funky get cutta, a little drunk,
Put dead body in the trunk with the pumps,
Sister Mary, Sister Mary, why pussy so hairy?
Gimme that hot Mary.
black devil with a gun,
Run nigga run, run run.
I'll ya, provoke ya, my brother,
Suffocated a pillow intended to smother.
The son of Satan, waitin' to done it,
But I got ya all runnin'!
Runnin' the devil
not all liars, they're 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 need to to somebody.
please.
going..hey
If you would like to make a call, hang up and try again,
if you help, hang up and then dial your operator.
Oh, kill myself.