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 don't believe it,
It's just stories to them.
I, myself, have seen cases,
It's not only a problem, for a small department, such as mine,
It's a problem.
Come and deal the real,
The packs steel like this,
I'm a suicidalist.
God the child who gets buck wild,
the wicket style, terror in the aisles,
Livin' foul, actin' kinda foul,
Yeah, I'm foul yall, foul ball.
Run from the gun, if I do ya then done,
If it didn't do ya done, off shotgun.
fuck '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 body in the trunk with the pumps,
Sister Mary, Mary, why your pussy so hairy?
that hot bloody Mary.
Esham black with a gun,
Run run, run nigga run.
I'll ya, provoke ya, my brother,
Suffocated under a intended to smother.
The son of Satan, waitin' to done it,
But I got ya all runnin'!
from the devil
They're not all liars, they're all not 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 need to to somebody.
please.
going..hey
If you would to make a call, please hang up and try again,
if you need help, up and then dial your operator.
Oh, kill myself.