Luyện nghe bài hát C.u.l.t.

Came up tough
in a basement of uppercuts
Mommy was a
Got beat up in the or relationshion-shutup bitch before I give you something to cry about
Crying out out crying out crying out
I got a name I to make
Take a number, flock of who'll
off a bridge if I mentioned living under
Never
burdens blacked out to clean slate
Underestimated, sold
Under now, u know
rah rah rah
Speaking blah blah
Call the cops? Is a threat well do it
Already proved what I came to do with it
Law, lazy, last in line, loud,
Lost in light lies
Temper, tactless
Tough, tried too hard, a ton
way too much,
Tainted tongues on tall tanned

Take a teaspoon of
10 to trigger trials

C.U.LT

Constantly undermining large trains of
Im a girl from NY, spent time 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 left of me to a name for my art
pay attention sometimes
Cause when you force it them whats theirs is mine

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

C.U.L.T