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

1]
I sold my soul to the for this mic in my hand, but I ain't ever gonna sell 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.
& be quick to sell you out at the drop of a dime.
Too many coward motha fuckas livin with no spine.
We in a bind.

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

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

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