Luyện nghe bài hát Days Are Cold

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

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

face is wack and I hate your laugh
You're caked in slut
PLEASE a bath!
cash is an ancient task
lIke a rash testing how long your patience lasts

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

Think of ya' daughter, you self-centered
Bare so many jewels you fell to the floor
Hit so hard you woke at weathered doors
Now the only bling you'll hear are the bells in the

Self metaphors and similes
everyone in this vicinity
Listen to me you're missing the key
Slit ya' wrist in three, then really be free

the concrete, while you're 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 fucker cries she can be kissing my feet
While I'm sipping the drink of your favourite malt, favourite assault both keep you when the Days Are Cold..

Tryn'a this..

Dealing with the faceless
On a doll
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 ask a favour
Well even the score, it's 3 - 4
When she bleeds on the I don't have to save her

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

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

You scavenge trucks, looking for cardboard
I'm having fun fucks, doing it hard
Your heart pours like been stabbed with a sharp 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 if I meditate, I can levitate 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 my cock
I don't know if my are flowing or not...
I don't even know if I'm getting I'm going or got!

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

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

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

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