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 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 it's best I erase this
But before I do that, you're taste my wrath
It's to inform you im dangerous with a gat

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

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

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

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

the concrete, while you're in the hot seat, watch me
I'm your 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 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 Doll
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2*

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

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

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

A fascist horse
I'm the way for a better day when my head is straight from the medicates
believing 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
for showing my cock
I don't if my lyrics are flowing or not...
I don't know if I'm getting where I'm going or got!

I the streets, bruising peeps that sue me
So i can get on the news, see?
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 that I am able to freely
So ya' TV, Buy my new CD, Choose ya' freebie and abuse the Beegee's

Make the rage holds,
And it aches 'til it 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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