Luyện nghe bài hát Valentine's Day Massacre

[Mad

slightly schizophrenic psychotic
sensational recreational
I I lost it but I found it
marches along till I'm surrounded
inspired by fire the illusion
caught between the crossfire and confusion
howl at the moon black blanket starlit
im rarely romantic plowing through tramps and harlots prevails tails of the unwanted
not to be taken for
my past has come back and for real
I've all ready danced with death. a black roses
I pose with breath
be afraid a place where magic is
rain on your parade with silver razor blades
I'm creepin over the fence through your back yard
my states intense
penetration on the rocks with a twist
now scream and your fists
cause are made of this

[Thirdrail

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

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

Stir the blur, nuts and bolts
Stored in ports, 4 strong boxes of 10 floors
Shift the weight the door, in hopes of escape
hands on cord, the blazing roof Prev creates
Sound break, concord, eye of the
Hand skills of a saboteur, in for
A war that pours coarse of molten cords
Strung by the young ones, put me on
No folk lore horsemen for poison, pour in skin

[Big

rhymers, metamorphize their cartoon characters
Grafted from Africa, in this game you got no
Not a factor in this
Whole makes me yawn
Snatch your heart out your chest a '96 ghetto spawn
of urban, too feminine for this cut-throat mentality
Have ? in my area, you get snatched out your Suburban
with no antidote, in this ? your age get broke
Runnin' from gun smoke, ballin' rumin'
Silver spoons from flavour
there will be no overseer to save ya
When I delve, tell podiatrist it's a size 12
National ? Soldiers, leakin' a
A snake no spine, I'll see you, I peeped you
see blue, the fake:
A quick death is your
Now, I got to do