Luyện nghe bài hát C.u.l.t.

Came up livin
Tanked in a of uppercuts
was a soldier
Got beat up in the name or relationshion-shutup bitch I give you something to cry about
Crying out crying out crying out out
I got a I came to make
a number, flock of lepers who'll
Dive off a bridge if I mentioned living
safe
Memorys burdens out to clean slate
Underestimated, sold
now, u dont know
rah rah rah
Speaking blah blah
Call the cops? Is that a well do it
Already proved what I here to do with it
Law, lazy, last in line, loud,
Lost in light lies
Temper, trashy
Tough, tried too hard, a ton
way too much,
Tainted tongues on tall tanned

Take a teaspoon of
10 tears to trials

C.U.LT

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

Never broke the weight of my start,
But took the pieces they 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 I happened to make this up
Got some to believe and then booked my own cuts
is tough when you werent raised to survive
But I was and is why

C.U.L.T