Luyện nghe bài hát Valentine's Day Massacre

[Mad

slightly schizophrenic psychotic
sensational narcotics
I thought I it but I found it
temptation marches along I'm surrounded
inspired by fire the illusion
between the crossfire anger and confusion
howl at the moon black that's starlit
im rarely romantic plowing through tramps and madchild prevails tails of the unwanted
not to be taken for
my past has back and haunted for real
I've all ready danced with death. a black roses
I pose with breath
be afraid a place where magic is
I'll rain on parade with silver razor blades
I'm creepin the fence crawlin through your back yard
my mind states
savage penetration on the rocks a twist
now scream and shake fists
cause dreams are of this

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for real the opposite telepathic
Roamin' the with automatics and back packs
Doin' jacks for Big Macs, accumulatin' stacks to make G's Nigga please, you

You somethin', it's your heart
An' it's still pumpin', pumpin' you from this
It seems to be mandatory, 'cause you be manipulatin' skin
But no way, because you fake I can trace out your
Even though you don't cast one, I a rat, I'm smellin' that
Stay at least 150 inches,
You brew tea? an I you know I can sense it
With the innocently mixed with 6 hostile stenches
Henceforth the elbow dinging, we bring whip to bleed scalps
sleep out your mouth
How you been hibernatin'? Too long!
You're abiding and aiding a felon, to switch melon
grammar like a judges hammer
I feel you mark, me feel your chart
You be real an you gotta to have heart
You gotta to be real an you gots to have

Stir the blur, nuts and whirl
Stored in electric ports, 4 strong of 10 floors
Shift the weight the door, in hopes of escape
When hands on cord, the roof Prev creates
break, concord, eye of the condor
Hand of a saboteur, your in for
A war that pours coarse of into cords
Strung by the ones, put me on tour
No folk horsemen for poison, pour in skin pores

[Big

Soft rhymers, metamorphize their cartoon
Grafted from Africa, in this game you got no
Not a factor in this
Whole makes me yawn
Snatch your heart out your chest like a '96 spawn
Antonym of urban, too feminine for cut-throat mentality
Have ? thoughts in my area, you get out your Suburban
Fallacy no antidote, in this ? your age get broke
Runnin' from gun smoke, never rumin'
spoons crumbin' from flavour
Soon there will be no to save ya
When I delve, your podiatrist it's a size 12
? Soldiers, leakin' a swine
A snake with no spine, I'll see you, I you
You'll see blue, the
A death is your fate
Now, I got to do