Luyện nghe bài hát Valentine's Day Massacre

[Mad

schizophrenic borderline psychotic
sensational recreational
I I lost it but I found it
temptation marches along I'm surrounded
inspired by fire the sensual
caught between the crossfire anger and
howl at the black blanket that's starlit
im rarely plowing through tramps and harlots madchild prevails tails of the unwanted
not to be for granted
my past has back and haunted for real
I've all ready danced with death. a dozen roses
I pose babies breath
be afraid a place where magic is
rain on your parade with silver razor blades
I'm over the fence crawlin through your back yard
my mind states
savage penetration on the with a twist
now scream and shake your
cause dreams are of this

[Thirdrail

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

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

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

[Big

Soft rhymers, metamorphize their cartoon
from Africa, in this game you got no stature
Not even a factor in
Whole shit me yawn
Snatch your out your chest like a '96 ghetto spawn
Antonym of urban, too feminine for this cut-throat
Have ? thoughts in my area, you get snatched out your
Fallacy with no antidote, in ? your age get broke
Runnin' from gun smoke, never rumin'
Silver crumbin' from flavour
there will be no overseer to save ya
When I delve, tell your podiatrist a size 12
National ? Soldiers, a swine
A with no spine, I'll see you, I peeped you
see blue, the fake:
A quick is your fate
Now, I got to do