Luyện nghe bài hát Runnin' From Me

K, it down, do it again...
Like you or I believe in God,
They believe in thing, Satan.
And officers don't believe it,
just ghost stories to them.
I, myself, have seen cases,
It's not only a local problem, for a department, such as mine,
a national problem.
Come and with the real,
The devil packs steel this,
I'm a suicidalist.
God bless the who gets buck wild,
the wicket style, terror in the aisles,
Livin' kinda foul, kinda foul,
Yeah, I'm kinda foul yall, ball.
Run the gun, if I do ya then your done,
If it do ya done, sawed off shotgun.
Radio fuck 'em, I said fuck 'em,
If I see the DJ, buck, buck, 'em.
Unholy, unholy, brotha,
I nutta, niggas shutta.
Funky get cutta, a little drunk,
Put your dead in the trunk with the pumps,
Mary, Sister Mary, why your pussy so hairy?
Gimme that hot Mary.
Esham black with a gun,
Run nigga run, run run.
I'll choke ya, ya, my brother,
Suffocated under a intended to smother.
The son of Satan, just waitin' to it,
But I got ya all runnin'!
from the devil
They're not all liars, all not making it up,
not all crazy, they're not all psychotic,
Something's on here.
(Dialing) Hello, hot line.
I just cut up my and my kids,
I need to to somebody.
please.
going..hey
If you like to make a call, please hang up and try again,
if you need help, hang up and then dial operator.
Oh, I'ma myself.