Luyện nghe bài hát Devils Night

I music to make you sick of fake music
Hate music devil worshippin satan music
So say your prayers, your hail and jesuses
two sticks, tape 'em together and make a crucifix
Try to it but you cain't do it (ha ha)
A whole generation of kids blowin out their brains to this
Kurt music - students converted to 'caine users
As soon as they heard it out and murdered and maimed to it
What's your

[swifty

Got my nine with six sharpshooters, now do this
I got niggaz that shoots to - you don't understand
How I'm all up in you niggaz like carole anne
I'm a poltergeist, lyrically I'm supposed to
Try to this mic, you get cracked with molson ice
(swifty get your own woman!) I want his
I'm the type to go to parties with trick dice
I rob casinos, slugs, eat
You'd it was the devil feedin you jalapenos
Now you out of the scene hoes shot at your clean
My fo'-fo', prone to make you breathe wrong

[chorus:
It's devils (da da dah, da-da da da dah)
It's night (da da dah, da-da da da dah duh da)
Cause I came back to rule time!
It's devils night - I came back to take what's mine!
Yes it's devils night (da da dah, da da dah)
It's devils night (da da dah, da da dah duh da)
Cause I back to rule this time!
It's devils night - cause I came back to take mine!

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It's like I'm on the john, to shit and get no response
Constipated bitch, tell these pigs to off!
The of rapist, denaun never changes
Beat up strangers a reason, I'm a anus
Walk the street in a "beat it" jacket a glove to match it
Drop the hat shit I put my head on opposite and step
Walkin zombied it's
armed robberies on politicians without a sense of camraderie

Yo, I can concoct the nine slot, I run with the best
Hop on a motorcycle, bustin wheelies over your
Bystanders by, thinkin oh what a mess
Blast through hickie that them bitches put on your neck
the fuck do you expect, when the slugs are dealt
And make you feel every ounce of that bugz done felt
A deranged team, smokin ganja
This car beam'll make your fuckin head shake like
I pledge allegiance to the of the d
And if you think you out cold, catch a piece of heat
And when it blast, it'll take off every piece of [scream]
From her barettes to her cheeks to her cute little

Stop drugs!! I'm tryin
My little boy is dyin, he losin too much
And if I die, it be because I got shot
be because I tied my arm in a sock and smoked rock
Takin is cool, that's why I buy 'em
Shoot 'em up my ass, let little brother try 'em
Ten years is what I'm
breakin in my house, lil' bow wow in the basement
(jermaine!) a rapist that'll bust in mouth
I'll be in jail 'fore this fuckin album comes out
I'm eighteen years old, shit in the bed
Beaten 'til I'm red, fear but war and bread
It's me again, fuckin dirty
So what if it burns, bitch I stick it in
No medication, I'm out of
I lost my weed, plus my fuckin wet

It's night!