Luyện nghe bài hát Horns

[Verse 1: N9ne~]
I'm a guy
My a light sky
So love 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, gotta lotta of the porn
Warned yall, I was born raw like Ornthall
But I'm way because he was cornball
I keeping him in my dungeon with a leather suit
And a orange in his mouth
I had some bra's in his house
How did they get twisted and torn when in bout
Nine inches then I stuffed draws in his couch
For now I let em suffer in the morn. all its ouch
I have a devils haircut in my
That's why I be sucking and busting nuts in my rhymes,
I'm so don't ignore me if your semi-fine
Me and Gordy, Prozak love orgies and we in our and we

Can't the (horns)
And I must the (horns)
I with 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 ministry to the beat of this rebeck's symphony, with a sin for me
Separated by 6 of greed for centuries
And engulfs my sensories like hallow screams from penitentiaries
This perpetuus cycle of depression intention bottomless
Even my psychologist said may be the only option out of this
And while the name prozak and insane to sustain synonyms
One half of me wants to in the fame while the other half subsides monogamously
A vigilantly that deadly packages through the mail
Confusing law enforcement agencies cause I write death in brail
With somewhat of a God complex sending the to the depths of hell
I warned you, you were for warned, now like horns unveiled
I'm taking you on a hell so grab those safety belts and fasten 'em
Through the screams of tortured souls and flames crackling
Refusing to reap you sow and wanna stop this all from happening
This will continue until all of strange' goes platinum

[Repeat

[Verse 3: Gordy~]
I'm in the Desert sands of
Trying to get Jesus to get in the manger,
And a lamb!
Don't jerk off Jesus, use someone elses hands,
So where's damn disciples,
like to have some sex again!
I guess Young 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 never had a for a son,
Bet he's that!
But yet we still accept the fact,
he's fuckin' his mother,
And at the Last Supper, he that.
an undercover, Male-Lover,
And oh yeah, wack!
He want the Light,
Now I got Christ black!
See, I'm the on his shoulder,
I'm that scary fat demon,
That'll turn all you into scaredy cats.
Gordy, the ANTI-Christ, God Killer (no you)
Before and AFTER Christ, I'm a Sinner,
Muthafucker!