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,
''You had my love now take it back,'
beat you for saying that,
Hit you a baseball bat and take back my baseball hat

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

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

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

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

Self metaphors and similes
Effects everyone in vicinity
to me cause you're missing the key
Slit ya' wrist in three, then you'll really be

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

Tryn'a this..

Dealing with the trolls
On a doll
But the pay old

Living in the
With a Doll
(Repeat X2)

2*

Sometimes I question why you act way
A parade when I just 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 I'll masking her to the radiator
And ass rape I claim I hate her
NOW the is saying that the vein she drained is MY fault?!
FUCK was it me! The Razor!

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

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

A fascist horse
I'm paving the way for a day when my head is straight from the medicates
Stop believing if I meditate, I can levitate like a feather to Heaven's Gate, It's never late,
But I don't know when to stop, a cop, for blowing a shot
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 for the loony, but escape like Houdini,
Can you see me?

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

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

Who can
the
New

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Who.. Who.. Who.. Who can test the, new
Test! Test! Test! New Contender...