Luyện nghe bài hát Horns

[Verse 1: ~Tech
I'm a guy
My lifes a sky
So Much I might 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, lotta of the porn yall
Warned yall, I was straight raw like Ornthall
But I'm way worse he was cornball
I remember keeping him in my dungeon a leather suit
And a ball in his mouth
I had foreign bra's in his house
How did they get and torn claws when in bout
Nine inches then I stuffed draws in his couch
For now I let em suffer in the morn. all then its
I have a devils in my mind
why I be sucking blood and busting nuts in my rhymes,
I'm horny so don't ignore me if your
Me and Gordy, Prozak orgies and we in our prime and we

Can't the (horns)
And I hide 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 give you the (horns)
(Repeat)

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

[Repeat

3: ~King Gordy~]
I'm in the Desert sands of
Trying to get Jesus to get in the manger,
And a lamb!
Don't yourself off Jesus, use someone elses hands,
So where's damn disciples,
like to have some sex again!
I Young Peter's receiving,
Cuz fucked his ass.
Christ is an fag,
He likes to in drag.
But hey I his Dad is just as mad,
God never had a sissy for a son,
Bet regrettin' that!
But yet we still ain't the fact,
That he's his mother,
And at the Supper, he confesses that.
an undercover, Male-Lover,
And oh yeah, wack!
He don't the Light,
Now I got wearin' black!
See, I'm the on his shoulder,
Yeah I'm that fat demon,
turn all you hethens into scaredy cats.
King Gordy, the ANTI-Christ, God (no you)
Before and AFTER Christ, I'm a Sinner,
Muthafucker!