Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Day In Hell

I my soul to the devil for a .45, a black cowboy hat, & a switchblade knife.
I might burn a sinner if they take my life, but it's a cold day in hell before they take my pride.
I sell my to the devil for a .45, a black cowboy hat, & a switchblade knife.
I'ma burn like a sinner when they take my life, but it's a cold day in hell 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 dollars for my to expand.
ya fans & ya brands, & you can go an get the hell out.
We really living in a up time.
So many fucked up minds fucked up crimes.
& be quick to sell you out at the drop of a dime.
Too many coward motha fuckas life with no spine.
We in a bind.

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

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

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