Luyện nghe bài hát Days Are Cold

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

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

Your face is wack and I hate your
You're caked in crap
take a bath!
Making cash is an ancient
lIke a flaming testing how long your patience lasts

Breast implants and chest enhance impresses mans with of interesting plans,
I guess you cant get the that you wanna,
Unless you marry a man with 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 doors
Now the only bling hear are the bells in the morgue

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

Kiss the concrete, while in the hot seat, watch me
I'm stealing your watch G
This is Hip Hop
And if ya' not sheathed?
I'm gonna rip yo' spleen!
And use the same knife, put it to your wife,
While the mother cries she can be kissing my feet
While I'm sipping the of your 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
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2*

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

In I'll masking tape her to the radiator
And ass while I claim I hate her
NOW the bitch is that the vein she drained is MY fault?!
FUCK was it me! The Razor!

I aint your savour, a damaged product
You should be restrained in a savage up
And while out the picture I can ravage hot sluts!
It wouldn't have if you could manage cock-sucks

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

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

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

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

sure the rage holds,
And it aches 'til it breaks the
N' all the mother fuckers pay toll
To afford to pay for ya'
keeps you warm when the Days.. Are.. Cold!

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