Luyện nghe bài hát C.u.l.t.

Came up tough
Tanked in a basement of
was a soldier
Got beat up in the name or relationshion-shutup bitch before I you something to cry about
Crying out crying out crying out out
I got a name I came to
a number, flock of lepers who'll
Dive off a if I mentioned living under
safe
Memorys blacked out to clean slate
Underestimated, under
now, u dont know
rah rah rah
Speaking gibberish blah
Call the cops? Is a threat well do it
Already proved I came here to do with it
Law, lazy, in line, loud, loser
Lost in lime lies
Temper, tactless
Tough, too hard, teased a ton
way too much,
Tainted tapered on tall tanned

Take a of talcum
10 to trigger trials

C.U.LT

undermining large trains of thought
Im a from NY, also spent time on a farm
Got my break in a city where the came with the fury of gods

Never broke with the of my start,
But took the pieces they of me to make a name for my art
pay attention sometimes
Cause when you force it upon whats theirs is mine

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

C.U.L.T