Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Day In Hell

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

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

2]
My belly ache from these 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 wanna these fuckas bleed.
Like hooker on the street.
Sellin pussy to eat.
Take the & run.
I wanna out my heat.
Pull up on em they sleeping.
Put em six deep disrespectin psychopathic put a tag on ya feet, go to sleep.

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

3]
One I ain't is a self righteous saint.
Too many sins been 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 shit I'm committed.
& I won't leave ya hangin.
Always keep that thang like the fuckin dope man I'm always stay slangin.
Drivebys on fake perpetrators stay bangin.
I'ma always stay the while the while the world keeps changing.