Luyện nghe bài hát Valentine's Day Massacre

[Mad

schizophrenic borderline psychotic
sensational recreational
I thought I lost it but I it
marches along till I'm surrounded
inspired by fire the sensual
caught between the crossfire and confusion
at the moon black blanket that's starlit
im romantic plowing through tramps and harlots madchild prevails tails of the unwanted
not to be for granted
my has come back and haunted for real
I've all ready danced with death. a black roses
I pose babies breath
be afraid a place magic is made
I'll rain on your parade with silver razor
I'm creepin the fence crawlin through your back yard
my mind intense
savage on the rocks with a twist
now and shake your fists
cause dreams are made of

[Thirdrail

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

You dropped somethin', it's heart
An' it's still pumpin', pumpin' you from existence
It seems to be absolutely mandatory, 'cause you be manipulatin'
But no way, because you I can trace out your image
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 know I can it
With the nostrils innocently mixed with 6 hostile
Henceforth the swings dinging, we bring whip to bleed scalps
Swingin' sleep out your
How you been hibernatin'? Too long!
You're abiding and aiding a felon, to switch your
grammar like a judges hammer
I feel you mark, me feel your chart
You gotta be real an you gotta to have
You gotta to be real an you gots to have

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

Nous]

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