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,
had my love now I'll take it back,'
I'll beat you for that,
Hit you with a baseball bat and take back my hat

If I you i guess I just confessed... I think it's best I erase this track
But before I do that, you're taste my wrath
time 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 your lasts

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

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

Self metaphors and similes
Effects in this 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' clip's not
Then I'm rip yo' spleen!
And I'll use the same knife, put it to wife,
the mother 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 the faceless trolls
On a basic
But the pay old

Living in the
With a Doll
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2*

Sometimes I why you act that way
A parade when I just ask a favour
im'a 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 while I I hate her
NOW the bitch is that the vein she drained is MY fault?!
was it me! Blame The Razor!

I aint savour, you're 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 dark
I'm paving the way for a better day when my head is straight from the
believing if I meditate, I can levitate like a feather weight to Heaven's Gate, It's never late,
But I don't know when to stop, throwing a cop, for a shot
Just for my cock
I don't if my lyrics are flowing or not...
I don't even if I'm getting where 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 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' freebie and the Beegee's

sure the rage holds,
And it aches 'til it the mould
N' all the mother fuckers pay toll
To to pay for ya' Rolls
keeps 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...