Luyện nghe bài hát Horns

[Verse 1: ~Tech
I'm a guy
My a light sky
So Much love I cry
Not! Try
I'm an seed and the day I sleep and the night fly
G.A.Z.E. in my E.Y.E'Z and you die
I'm a horn dog, gotta of the porn yall
Warned yall, I was straight born raw like
But I'm way worse he was cornball
I keeping him in my dungeon with a leather suit
And a orange ball in his
I had some foreign in his house
How did they get twisted and torn when in bout
Nine inches I stuffed dorn draws in his couch
For now I let em suffer in the morn. all its ouch
I have a haircut in my mind
That's why I be sucking and busting nuts in my rhymes,
I'm horny so don't ignore me if semi-fine
Me and Gordy, Prozak orgies and we in our prime and we

Can't the (horns)
And I must the (horns)
I live the (horns)
So I die the (horns)
If you with the (horns)
you get the (horns)
So if you the (horns)
Then I'll you the (horns)
(Repeat)

2: ~Prozak~]
Schizophrenic thoughts spin around my mind like rotisserie
Spittin wicked ministry to the beat of this rebeck's symphony, with a sin for me
Separated by 6 degrees of greed for
And hatred engulfs my sensories hallow screams from penitentiaries
This perpetuus of depression intention remains bottomless
my psychologist said suicide may be the only option out of this
And while the name prozak and seem to sustain synonyms
One half of me wants to engage in the fame the other half subsides monogamously
A vigilantly sends deadly packages through the mail
Confusing law enforcement agencies cause I write death threats in
With of a God complex sending the Arabs to the depths of hell
I you, you were for warned, now witness like horns unveiled
I'm you on a hell ride so grab those safety belts and fasten 'em
Through the screams of tortured souls and eternal flames
Refusing to what you sow and wanna stop this all from happening
This madness continue until all of strange' goes platinum

Chorus:]

[Verse 3: Gordy~]
I'm in the Desert sands of
to get Jesus to get Mary in the manger,
And a lamb!
Don't yourself off Jesus, use someone elses hands,
So those damn disciples,
like to have some sex again!
I Young Peter's receiving,
Cuz fucked his ass.
Christ is an fag,
He to dress in drag.
But hey I his Dad is just as mad,
God woulda had a sissy for a son,
Bet regrettin' that!
But yet we still ain't the fact,
he's fuckin' his mother,
And at the Supper, he confesses that.
an undercover, Male-Lover,
And oh yeah, wack!
He want the Light,
Now I got wearin' black!
See, I'm the on his shoulder,
Yeah I'm scary fat demon,
That'll turn all you hethens scaredy cats.
King Gordy, the ANTI-Christ, God (no you)
Before and Christ, I'm called a Sinner,
Muthafucker!