Luyện nghe bài hát Valentine's Day Massacre

[Mad

slightly borderline psychotic
sensational narcotics
I thought I lost it but I it
temptation marches along till I'm
inspired by fire the illusion
caught between the crossfire anger and
howl at the black blanket that's starlit
im rarely romantic through tramps and harlots madchild prevails tails of the unwanted
not to be taken for
my has come back and haunted for real
I've all ready danced death. a dozen black roses
I pose babies breath
be afraid a where magic is made
I'll rain on your parade with silver razor
I'm creepin over the fence crawlin through your back
my mind states
savage penetration on the with a twist
now scream and shake your
cause dreams are made of

Vic]

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

You somethin', it's your heart
An' it's pumpin', pumpin' you from this existence
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 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 stenches
Henceforth the elbow swings dinging, we bring whip to bleed
Swingin' sleep out your
How long you been Too long!
You're abiding and aiding a felon, to switch melon
Droppin' grammar like a hammer
I feel you mark, me feel your chart
You gotta be real an you gotta to have
You gotta to be an you gots to have heart

Stir the blur, nuts and whirl
Stored in electric ports, 4 strong boxes of 10
Shift the weight towards the door, in of escape
When hands on cord, the blazing roof creates
Sound break, concord, eye of the
skills 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, in skin pores

Nous]

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