Luyện nghe bài hát Death Of A Hater

Giving my to hell,
And Heaven I did my best.

One to family
To
And tha rest

I'm tired of all these snakes and demons on the vein,
I've bled enough and now bitches bout to feel tha pain.

You know you name the been and with a point of view,
Pussy mother fuckers talkin but never had a clue.
Come with your attitude cocksucka yo life.

I tie you to a chair and make you watch me fuck wife.
I'm trying to catch you slippin like a bar of soap,
I you while you sleepin fast
And then I your throat.

I watch you bleed and gargle for your last breath,
Then close the wound apply some to delay ya death.

See what it means your existance don't mean shit to me,
It ain't but time to kill to make you history.
And all you had to do was to keep your trap closed.
But now you got hands folded,
Clutched onto a rose.

[Backup
I'll take life
Right tonight
You to try, DIE!

[Chorus:
Just close eyes,
Say last good-byes.
Get down on knees,
Dry them eyes bitch and make peace.

[Jamie
OK not a hater,
If I was it no killin me.
I live
die
Surviving off the
Miss me with that everbody me dead same ol'
And switch my to a target hanging off my cable.

If you critisize my fashion you faggot Tim Gunn,
I'm a scrub,
that since day one.
So the hater,
Replicator,
with a foul tounge.

Take my magic and blacken his fuckin left lung,
With my I'm a cut his eyes wide
And with broken pieces of replacin both his eyes.

Got a demon inside been along for the ride,
Since the release of my LP back in 95.

Ever that day
been embracin the hate
And not givin a fuck
Wut none of say.

So fuck ya'll
flowers up on your casket
You get you deserve
in hell hatein bastards

[Backup
I'll take life
Right here
You to try, DIE!

Boondox]
Just your eyes,
Say last good-byes.
Get down on knees,
Dry them bitch and make your peace.

I see the ya pullin
Lookin a trailer hitch,
to your hood with goons
And you out your trailer bitch.

Put on knees and close your eyes
for the execution.
Some call this first
But I it my retribution.

Ya had your chance to the sun
And now in the rain,
I be the Skarcrow but you the one who brains.

I put the barrel to the
And now your so
Two times eleven to yadome now ya luck.

So many times I spit just thinking of the day
Up to the point I sit for hours thinkin of
To you suffer
Make ya blood like the wine.

Six feet up the ground
Have ya tha pine.
Thats how we do punk bitch a ___ mouth
in the woods till you discovered by a boy scout
Stupid mother fucker what was you
Now ya body in the
Like this rottin of the

[DIE w/]

[Backup
I'll take your
Right here
You to try, DIE!

[Chorus:
Just close eyes,
Say your good-byes.
Get down on knees,
Dry them eyes and make your peace.