Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Day In Hell

I sell my soul to the devil for a .45, a cowboy hat, & a switchblade knife.
I burn 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 for a .45, a black cowboy hat, & a switchblade 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 devil for this mic in my hand, but I ain't ever sell out.
A million for my name to expand.
Take ya fans & ya brands, & you can go an get the out.
We really living in a up time.
So many up minds inspire fucked up crimes.
& they be quick to sell you out at the of a dime.
Too coward motha fuckas livin life with no spine.
We in a bind.

2]
My belly ache from these fake little snakes who come & go as they please to get what they need.
They use are just to get a little fame.
Then out like a flame.
I make these fuckas bleed.
some hooker on the street.
Sellin just to eat.
Take the & run.
I take out my heat.
Pull up on em they 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 they 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 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 ever leave ya hangin.
Always that thang swangin like 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.