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 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 cowboy hat, & a switchblade knife.
I'ma burn like a sinner when they take my life, but 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 inspire fucked up crimes.
& be quick to sell you out at the drop of a dime.
Too coward 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 name to get a little fame.
Then it's out a flame.
I wanna these fuckas bleed.
Like some on the street.
pussy just to eat.
Take the & 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 think I don't see.
Ya better it on down the road.
Ya think that they don't see, but 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 a fact 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 leave ya hangin.
Always keep that thang swangin the fuckin dope man I'm always stay slangin.
Drivebys on fake perpetrators stay bangin.
I'ma always stay the same while the the world keeps changing.