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 i make you act,
Its a fact,
had my love now I'll take it back,'
I'll 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 taste my wrath
It's time to inform you im dangerous a gat

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

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

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

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

Kiss the concrete, while you're in the hot seat, me
I'm stealing your wrist G
is Hip Hop beef
And if ya' clip's not
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 both keep you warm when the Days Are Cold..

Tryn'a this..

Dealing the faceless trolls
On a basic
But the pay old

Living in the
With a facelift
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2*

Sometimes I why you act that way
A mass when I just ask a favour
Well im'a the score, it's 3 - 4
When she bleeds on the floor I don't to save her

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

I aint your savour, you're a 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 dump trucks, for cardboard
I'm fun fucks, doing it hard core
Your heart pours like you've been stabbed with a sharp
Living in the street, bar chords

A fascist dark
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 know when to stop, throwing a cop, for blowing a shot
Just for my cock
I don't know if my lyrics are or not...
I even know if I'm getting where I'm going or got!

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

what I do weekly and you who seek 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

Make sure the holds,
And it aches it breaks the mould
N' all the mother pay their toll
To to pay for ya' Rolls
That keeps you warm the Days.. Are.. Cold!

Who can
the
New

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Who.. Who.. Who.. Who can test the, new
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