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

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

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

Breast implants and chest enhance 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 jewels that you fell to the floor
Hit so hard you woke at hells doors
Now the only bling you'll are the bells in the morgue

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

the concrete, while you're in the hot seat, watch me
I'm your wrist watch G
This is Hip Hop
And if ya' not sheathed?
Then I'm 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 drink of your favourite malt, favourite assault both keep you 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 why you act that way
A mass when I just ask a favour
Well im'a even the score, 3 - 4
she bleeds on the floor I don't have to save her

In fact I'll masking tape her to the
And ass rape while I claim I her
NOW the bitch is saying 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 you're out the picture I can ravage hot sluts!
It wouldn't have happened if you could manage

You scavenge trucks, looking for cardboard
I'm having fun fucks, doing it hard
Your heart pours like you've been stabbed with a sharp
in the street, practicing 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 levitate like a 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 don't know if my lyrics are or not...
I don't even if I'm getting where 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?

It's I do weekly and you who seek me
Should be that 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 'til it the mould
N' all the fuckers pay their toll
To to pay for ya' Rolls
That you warm when the Days.. Are.. Cold!

Who can
the
New

Who-Who-WHo-WHo-Who can the, New New New
Who.. Who.. Who.. Who can the, new contender?
Test! Test! Test! New Contender...