Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Day In Hell

I sell my soul to the devil for a .45, a black cowboy hat, & a knife.
I might burn like a sinner if 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 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 ever gonna out.
A million dollars for my to expand.
Take ya & 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.
& they be quick to sell you out at the 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 to get a little fame.
Then out like a flame.
I wanna make these bleed.
some hooker on the street.
Sellin just to eat.
the money & run.
I take out my heat.
Pull up on em while sleeping.
Put em six feet deep psychopathic put a tag on ya feet, go to sleep.

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

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