Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Day In Hell

I sell my to the devil for a .45, a black cowboy hat, & a switchblade knife.
I might burn like a sinner if they take my life, but it's a day in hell before they take my pride.
I sell my soul to the devil for a .45, a black cowboy hat, & a knife.
I'ma burn like a sinner when they take my life, but it's a cold day in before they take my pride.

1]
I sold my soul to the devil for this mic in my hand, but I ain't ever gonna out.
A million dollars for my to expand.
Take ya fans & ya brands, & you can go an get the out.
We living in a fucked up time.
So fucked up minds inspire fucked up crimes.
& they be quick to you out at the drop of a dime.
Too many motha fuckas livin life with no spine.
We in a bind.

2]
My ache from these fake little snakes who come & go as they please just to get what they need.
They use are name just to get a fame.
it's out like a flame.
I make these fuckas bleed.
Like hooker on the street.
pussy just to eat.
Take the & run.
I take out my heat.
Pull up on em while sleeping.
Put em six feet deep disrespectin put a tag on ya feet, go to sleep.

You think I don't see.
Ya better take it on the road.
Ya think that they see, but everybody fuckin knows, watch me unload.

3]
One thing I is a self righteous saint.
Too sins been committed to ever get me acquitted.
But it's a fact won't find a knife if ya back cause I put it all on this track, & to this I'm committed.
& I won't leave ya hangin.
Always keep that thang swangin like the dope man I'm always stay slangin.
Drivebys on these fake perpetrators bangin.
I'ma always the same while the while the world keeps changing.