Luyện nghe bài hát PasstheAx

"We would to invite you on a journey
A of an instrument of death
us as we pass the axe."

I the axe off the shelf in the tool shed
telling me I gotta fuckin bloody the misled
My approached
Cut her off at the throat
She was a hooker AIDS
Spreading disease it was dope
Cut the head off her
Before he started to talk
Two bodies in my trunk and police on a
I'm on the again
They chasing me for
Seen a homie on the
So I passed the axe to

I the axe
What the fuck am I supposed to do that?
all bloody
And it looks like its in and out of someone's back
Grips on the handle, blood dripping the neck
So I grabbed bitch like *laugh* back
Who wanna get up by the half with
Who got a of problems
And don't give a shit, bitch
You can fall victim to the double furry
be scared, be worried, man

Pass it, something and wicked
And pass it back
Don't worry I'll it back
It's raining, the rain is dark and
And pass it back
worry I'll pass it back

I the axe back to the shed where I stay
Cleaned off the blood and then up the blade
Waited 'til and then ran through the hood
And up drunk bums like they're blocks of wood
I can't see stopping and if I do then I'm dead
And the only way I'm is if I sever my own head
Grip on the tip, so my nub slip
And I'm about to pass it to the hands of 2 Dope bitch

I took your axe and swang it through like
When I cut back you run, duck, and cover
You know your jugular well, gone
I blacked out night and realized in the morning
Gotta dig another in the backyard
Run get me a shovel, it ain't hard
And understand I got a hairpin trigger wrist
When I squeeze it off, haha, you get the

Pass it, something and wicked
And I'll it back
Don't worry pass it back
It's raining, the is dark and wicked
And I'll pass it
Don't I'll pass it back

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I the axe
Perhaps I had a
I seen a pretty neck
And I relax
I cut it
I knives with precision
But it's noting the feeling
Of the incision
Flip it over, a radio
I pound his head into a pizza
With the
Threw it into the sky and let it in my back
And out at Monoxide's front porch like that

I took the axe and my fucking mind
On this cop who pulled up me
I handcuffed him on the side of the
And started smacking em with it like I was a beat
Oh God!
cop pulled up
So I the same axe and planted it in his forehead
Two more dead, bloody and
Now it's back in the shed and all I remember

Pass it, sharp and wicked
And I'll pass it
Don't worry I'll pass it
It's raining, the rain is dark and
And pass it back
Don't worry pass it back

"The axe that splits so backs
Its back to the tool shed to
that
So many failed with no tale to
And it's only be the stain they left
On the axe."