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 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 my life, but it's a cold day in hell before they take my pride.

1]
I sold my to the devil for this mic in my hand, but I ain't ever gonna sell out.
A dollars for my name to expand.
ya fans & ya brands, & you can go an get the hell out.
We really in a fucked up time.
So many fucked up 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 just to get a little fame.
Then out like a flame.
I wanna these fuckas bleed.
Like hooker on the street.
Sellin pussy to eat.
the money & run.
I take out my heat.
Pull up on em while sleeping.
Put em six feet 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 they don't see, but fuckin knows, watch me unload.

3]
One thing I ain't is a righteous saint.
Too many sins committed 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 like the fuckin dope man I'm stay slangin.
Drivebys on fake perpetrators stay bangin.
always stay the same while the while the world keeps changing.