Luyện nghe bài hát C.u.l.t.

Came up livin
in a basement of uppercuts
Mommy was a
Got up in the name or relationshion-shutup bitch before I give you something to cry about
Crying out out crying out crying out
I got a name I came to
Take a number, flock of lepers
Dive off a bridge if I mentioned living
Never
Memorys burdens blacked out to slate
Underestimated, sold
Under now, u dont
rah rah rah
Speaking gibberish blah
Call the cops? Is that a threat do it
Already proved I came here to do with it
Law, lazy, in line, loud, loser
Lost in lime light
Temper, tactless
Tough, too hard, teased a ton
way too much,
Tainted tongues on tall tanned

Take a teaspoon of
10 tears to trigger

C.U.LT

Constantly undermining trains of thought
Im a girl from NY, also time on a farm
Got my in a city where the angels came with the fury of gods

Never broke the weight of my start,
But the pieces they left of me to make a name for my art
Watch pay attention
Cause when you it upon them whats theirs is mine

Some of you can tell that I happened to make up
Got some kids to believe and then my own cuts
Livin is tough you werent raised to survive
But I was and is why

C.U.L.T