Luyện nghe bài hát Devil Music

The way momma raised us was pure faith
So diablo faze us or daze us
Or lay us to sleep
the wolf from the sheep
Or the sheep who cried
And threw the deadly
While the wolf was
I keep my a ghost
Follow my heart the
play fools too close
Sleep my eyes at post
So won't be hostin the game of life
The knife by throats of the young
and blows death through the lungs
as the gets washed by visions of sugar plums
But we shall overcome we ain't dumb
but we ain't smart, they got the by the hearts
And the by the nuts
Ear, and butts
Yeah, they're trying to us up
but, shit, you know up
We gotta get the movement
and men soon
They consume every who bares
the stairs of their doom
Best believe gonna shove em in a tomb
repeat 4X
Cause I step to the microphone
I put my soul on 2"
I don't even own
(Bootie Brown)
Early Saturday I was cartoon gazin
slowly broke into the
to fill a bowl with Raisin Bran
as I ran up and the TV stations
I Indian Joe
getting out of this nation
by a hillbilly
who laughed as the happened
Everything's the
the game continued into
Deception is at an high
You a piece of your soul
to receive crumbs from the pie
But you know I on rappin til the break of dawn
though it is my soul that I do not even own
Chorus: 4X
(FatLip)
I was po', nlack and
a shadow of a doubt
Ass-out, wide waitin for my shit to come on out
about the time before I got signed
I was behind Coolio in the County Line
My big brother used to say I was an
didn't graduate, couldn't handle the
of school, why fool
foolish rules and guidelines
fuck the cap and
forget the trade and tried rhymes
Hooked up with J-Swift, got with
me and my L.A. Jay back at S.C.U.
I grab the MIC
it, 1-2, we in
freakin' major flavors with my fellow
shit to the next level
Too bad I my soul to the fuckin devil