Luyện nghe bài hát God Forgive Me

"In the year 1982 a music was created. It was the title: Gangsta Rap
It had no positive messages, no redeeming value, hated and
By the establishment, it the course of the world"

Ride as my jabos, cocked my straps back
You know you at? You in urban combat
So alert, use the attack of the tactical expert
Puttin in work, and leavin troops with wet shirts
casuality rate is high, I'm closin in
Prepare for your end, tell your family bye
Better cool Egon, and shine like veegon
Pissin on beons, for decades and eons
You squad has no muscle plus you, my new
Fuck scuffin up my knuckles, rather buck you and you buckle
I stand a snitch, a switch real bitch
I got some to say you been runnin ya lips
Now its on, on site, if I see you sin ya
If I you in traffic I'mma gift ya somethin in ya
Letcha battle with death for the prize of
I learned ta never come empty to a gun fight
My advesaries feel fright, his sight
Was a flash of light, you said could strike
From the same place twice, I have your head on my
1500, tonights your night gettin blunted

"The voices could not be stopped, it to morph
And reinvent themself, I grew a black blade
Moving a tornado from the west to the east coast
Leaving behind a of destruction and mayhem"

Thick's ice fix ghosts infrared no
And low from the exchange, derranged
Playa lay no pain, killa cocka-main
I'm top the game, use muscle for the hustle
I zip duffle bags to fags
Scuffle my knuckles bad on niggaz that think that runnin shit
feel the punishment, uh, blood bath, the wrath
Aftermath, at least the in shit
Too under fallin leads to send up on the earth
Mix things with with men
Since poured birth the worth for the others
Go to war my brothers
I'm like Kane did to Abel
I'm out the stable sinnin the beginnin
Leavin daddy's girl pretty linen bloody red
What's in the book of dead is now all forgotten
My rotten, still the blood's spilled I feel
Chills, I'm still plottin, I'm
Take life forms like light I laugh at the wrath
Of the guys comin on, of the antichrist is risen
The is now, am I unforgiven?

"Legends that the creator of this poison's name was Ice
Although, have told different stories, no matter
Who or what invented the monster, souls would be forever
to Hell"

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Enter the death chambre, richer, leave ya nutless
Cutless the raw scope, double ya dope
Feel my back lash, body cash your whole fam and
shit, tag ya out the rag Jag, speedy shit
Look in the sky, the four horsemen bustin no
No stoppin its apocalypse, and load ya clips
be rich and dead, copa said don't matter cats scatter
Suckas get touched, get rushed
Watch em into animal form, wicked Hell-born
of the Flies, cry and ya die
Mechanama come masses soul snatcher, angel
All covered for you fuckin God lovers
Possession, good suggestion run cuddle funds
Double your guns, watch your kids grow, out my flow
Be wise, the magnificence, evidence, decadence
sins, the abomination, I'm
That nigga, nigga, street mack
Hot is my strap, wet is your
Understand I never forgive, leavin bodies seive
Clap gats til my fuckin clipless
Niggaz witness

"Like any deadly disease, it has many men
the east, west, north, and south, gangsta rap is now
Alive, God forgive me, God me"