Luyện nghe bài hát Days Are Cold

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You ever act the way that i make you act,
Its a fact,
''You had my now I'll 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 and I hate your laugh
You're caked in crap
PLEASE a bath!
Making cash is an ancient
a flaming rash testing how long your patience lasts

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

Think of ya' daughter, you whore
Bare so many that you fell to the floor
Hit so hard you woke at weathered doors
Now the bling you'll hear are the bells in the morgue

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

Kiss the concrete, while in the hot seat, watch me
I'm stealing wrist watch G
This is Hip Hop
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 cries she can be my feet
I'm sipping the drink of your favourite malt, favourite assault both keep you warm when the Days Are Cold..

Tryn'a this..

Dealing with the faceless
On a basic
But the pay old

Living in the
a facelift Doll
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2*

Sometimes I question why you act way
A mass parade when I just ask a
Well im'a the score, it's 3 - 4
When she bleeds on the floor I don't to save her

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

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

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

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

I cruise the streets, bruising peeps 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 that I am able to freely
So tune ya' TV, Buy my new CD, ya' freebie and abuse the Beegee's

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

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