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 evil seed and the day I sleep and the 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 because he was cornball
I remember keeping him in my with a leather suit
And a ball in his mouth
I had some bra's in his house
How did get twisted and torn claws when in bout
inches then I stuffed dorn draws in his couch
For now I let em suffer in the morn. all then its
I have a devils in my mind
That's why I be sucking and busting nuts in my rhymes,
I'm horny so don't me if your semi-fine
Me and Gordy, Prozak love 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)
I'll give you the (horns)
(Repeat)

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

Chorus:]

[Verse 3: ~King
I'm in the sands of Bethlehem
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,
He'd like to some sex again!
I Young Peter's receiving,
Cuz Jesus his ass.
Christ is an fag,
He likes to in drag.
But hey I guess his Dad is as mad,
God woulda had a sissy for a son,
Bet regrettin' that!
But yet we still accept the fact,
That fuckin' his mother,
And at the Last Supper, he 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 scary fat demon,
That'll turn all you into scaredy cats.
King Gordy, the ANTI-Christ, God (no you)
Before and AFTER Christ, I'm a Sinner,
Muthafucker!