Luyện nghe bài hát Valentine's Day Massacre

[Mad

slightly schizophrenic borderline
recreational narcotics
I I lost it but I found it
temptation along till I'm surrounded
by fire the sensual illusion
caught between the anger and confusion
howl at the moon black that's starlit
im rarely romantic plowing through and harlots madchild prevails tails of the unwanted
not to be for granted
my past has come back and for real
I've all ready with death. a dozen black roses
I pose babies breath
be a place where magic is made
I'll rain on your parade silver razor blades
I'm creepin over the crawlin through your back yard
my mind intense
savage penetration on the with a twist
now and shake your fists
dreams are made of this

[Thirdrail

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

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

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

[Big

Soft rhymers, metamorphize cartoon characters
Grafted from Africa, in this you got no stature
Not a factor in this
shit makes me yawn
Snatch your heart out chest like a '96 ghetto spawn
Antonym of urban, too feminine for this 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'
spoons crumbin' from flavour
Soon there be no overseer to save ya
I delve, tell your podiatrist it's a size 12
National ? Soldiers, leakin' a
A snake with no spine, I'll see you, I you
You'll see blue, the
A quick is your fate
Now, I got to do