Luyện nghe bài hát Days Are Cold

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Who can the, New contender?
Who can the, New. con.ten.der...?

1*

You only ever act the way that i you act,
Its a fact,
had my love now I'll take it back,'
I'll you for saying that,
Hit you with a baseball bat and back my baseball hat

If I kill you i guess I just confessed... I think it's best I erase this
But before I do that, you're taste my wrath
It's time to you im dangerous with a gat

face is wack and I hate your laugh
You're in crap slut
take a bath!
Making cash is an task
lIke a flaming rash testing how your patience lasts

Breast implants and enhance impresses mans with hoards of interesting plans,
I guess you get the things that you wanna,
Unless you marry a man bling and a sauna!

of ya' daughter, you self-centered whore
Bare so many that you fell to the floor
Hit so hard you woke at hells weathered
Now the only bling you'll are the bells in the morgue

Self and sick similes
Effects in this vicinity
Listen to me cause missing the key
Slit ya' wrist in three, then you'll be free

the concrete, while you're in the hot seat, watch me
I'm stealing wrist watch G
is Hip Hop beef
And if ya' clip's not
I'm gonna rip yo' spleen!
And I'll use the knife, put it to your wife,
While the mother fucker she can be kissing my feet
While I'm sipping the drink of favourite malt, favourite assault both keep you warm when the Days Are Cold..

Tryn'a this..

Dealing with the faceless
On a doll
But the pay old

Living in the
With a facelift
(Repeat X2)

2*

Sometimes I why you act that way
A mass parade when I just ask a
Well even the score, it's 3 - 4
When she bleeds on the floor I have to save her

In fact masking tape her to the radiator
And ass rape while I claim I her
NOW the bitch is saying that the she drained is MY fault?!
was it me! Blame The Razor!

I aint your savour, you're a product
You should be in a savage lock up
And while out the picture I can ravage hot sluts!
It have happened if you could manage cock-sucks

You dump trucks, looking for cardboard
I'm having fun fucks, doing it hard
Your heart pours like you've been stabbed with a sharp
Living in the street, bar chords

A fascist dark
I'm paving the way for a better day my head is straight from the medicates
Stop believing if I meditate, I can levitate a feather weight to Heaven's Gate, It's never late,
But I don't know to stop, throwing a cop, for blowing a shot
Just for my cock
I don't know if my lyrics are or not...
I don't even know if I'm where I'm going or got!

I cruise the streets, peeps that sue me
So i can get on the news, see?
Now I'm in a room for the loony, but escape like Houdini,
Can you see me?

It's what I do and you who seek me
Should be warned I am able to move freely
So tune ya' TV, Buy my new CD, Choose ya' and abuse the Beegee's

Make the rage holds,
And it aches 'til it the mould
N' all the fuckers pay their toll
To afford to pay for ya'
That keeps you when the Days.. Are.. Cold!

Who can
the
New

Who-Who-WHo-WHo-Who can the, New New New
Who.. Who.. Who.. Who can the, new contender?
Test! Test! Test! New Contender...