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 the sensual illusion
between the crossfire anger and confusion
howl at the moon black that's starlit
im rarely romantic plowing through tramps and harlots madchild prevails of the unwanted
not to be taken for
my past has come back and haunted for
I've all ready danced death. a dozen black roses
I pose with babies
be afraid a place magic is made
I'll rain on parade with silver razor blades
I'm creepin over the fence crawlin through your back
my mind intense
savage penetration on the rocks a twist
now scream and your fists
dreams are made of this

[Thirdrail

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

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

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

Nous]

Soft rhymers, metamorphize cartoon characters
from Africa, in this game you got no stature
Not a factor in this
Whole shit me yawn
Snatch your heart out chest like a '96 ghetto spawn
Antonym of urban, too feminine for this mentality
? thoughts in my area, you get snatched out your Suburban
Fallacy no antidote, in this ? your age get broke
Runnin' from gun smoke, ballin' never
spoons crumbin' from flavour
Soon there will be no overseer to ya
When I delve, your podiatrist it's a size 12
National ? Soldiers, a swine
A snake with no spine, see you, I peeped you
see blue, the fake:
A death is your fate
Now, I got to do