Luyện nghe bài hát Sweet Dreams

Murder, bloody murder,
Murder, bloody murder,

People say I them of Michael
Myers, rippin' niggas up with pliers I'm psycho
Smash 'em with the on, KILL 'EM
Then hit the freeway gas and pass you niggas, my tank filled up with
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me when I was dead
A bum sleepin' on a park bench with to smoke
Askin' I would ask can I just a toke
And everyone of you would all try to get ghost

And now all the sudden niggas wanna act like they my friend
Roll up for the shows and free bottles of Hen'
You can a nigga with a bitch up in the back
And that's some bullshit I ain't with
Drunk with a big pump, to sin
Hit a nigga with the one-two I'm Popeye off spinach
Always the one poppin' it out, don't stop till I'm
Bogart, I go hard, these niggas think they so hard
I reach up in they soul and 'em show me they limits

like a scene from your nightmare, I'm right there
With a chainsaw, you like you just saw a ghost
Everybody and they motherfuckin' mama know, I go
All up into your and be doin' the most
Bloodstains when the came, nigga, silverback gorilla shit
Really get my rocks off the sawed off's just killin' shit
Black mamba venomous, hangin' like an
Bangin' all you niggas this silverback gorilla shit

Ugly as Chewbacca but I'm a doctor with this
as them niggas in malls askin' you for surveys (surveys)
Run up in you and hit you in the way
And I don't really give a shit if it's your motherfuckin'
really gave a fuck though, I'm cutthroat, leanin'
People comin' at me for the new shit, they fiendin'
Quit daydreamin'
Twisted Insane to hit your muthafucking brain up, I am the Last Demon!

I am the Demon!