Luyện nghe bài hát Call Upon Your Gods

J:]
I think it's how...the toughest criminals and thugs and whatever...
when on their death bed...
you know like the day before fry in the electric chair...
all of a sudden want to get religious.
I heard 9 out of 10 inmates on death row are all ultra religious.
That's because know they're about to die.
That they are about the meet whatever's death.
It's funny...nobody wants to turn to god till too late.
Till it's time for you to die

J:]
me


Bang


Torture
Is this
as well be
It's what's next and
I live filthy
We sexed every in the gutter
we rob or mudda
Find a
And fo or fo each otha
I it all on the people around me
It's because of them god never me
(wrong)

[Blaze Ya Dead
Before I hit the
When I got three in the
I should've guessed my time was
Should've the fucking vest
But I thinking straight
up in the thug life
Was the on the streets
Now I'm god to take my life
To the pearly
So I can peacefully
But he helping me
Why has he me?
To eternity in
to rot in the grave
And if it for the Lotus
I'd still be there

Call upon gods
Beg for to help you
upon your gods
Religion has you
Got a hour
Cross the line
Life end
But there is no end to
Call your gods
Beg for them to you
Call upon gods
Religion has you
Got a final
Cross the line
will end
But there is no end to

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Skin seperates bone
Seperates bone
One hot flash of
Now your on this earth
Laying down in you're own blood
With nowhere to
Everything from your tips to toes burn
Heat skin deep
up your eyes
The cold of death's hand
He could care about your life
As Hell's come to carry you away
You realize
to late to pray

[Monoxide
me out
I can't the way you think
Or what talking about
I see you
circles
With disciples of
I got my shotgun
and revelations
Every is a story
They keep it
The the target
And now they to die
Son of Sam
Sam of son
you with my shotgun
Wicked work be done
it catch a hot one

[Jamie
There ain't no end in
You hear me bitch boy?
Bite your tongue
Before I you with this pitch fork
All that you talk about
"My God is ashamed"
Crying in
his name
Your a hypocrite
Low down
Piece of
And you ain't worth an of spit

Dissing my
And out
the tough guy
That my God to go and fuck himself?

[Anybody
I called my god
He told me path to take
I just hope it's not mistake
Confused by the things I'm feeling
Guns that I carry, that I'm drilling
Tell me is this just another fucked
Calling on my God he's the cause of all creation
Never was told would be like this
Always visioned that my life would be filled with

[J Speaks in