Luyện nghe bài hát Valentine's Day Massacre

[Mad

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

Vic]

for real the opposite transmit
Roamin' the flats automatics and back packs
jacks for Big Macs, accumulatin' stacks to make G's Nigga please, you artificial

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

Stir the blur, nuts and whirl
Stored in electric ports, 4 strong of 10 floors
Shift the weight towards the door, in 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 into
Strung by the young ones, put me on
No folk lore for poison, pour in skin pores

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Soft rhymers, metamorphize cartoon characters
Grafted from Africa, in this game you got no
Not even a in this
Whole shit makes me
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 with no antidote, in ? your age get broke
Runnin' from gun smoke, never rumin'
Silver spoons from flavour
Soon there will be no overseer to ya
When I delve, tell your podiatrist a size 12
National ? Soldiers, a swine
A snake with no spine, I'll see you, I you
see blue, the fake:
A quick death is your
Now, I got to do