Luyện nghe bài hát Valentine's Day Massacre

[Mad

schizophrenic borderline psychotic
sensational narcotics
I thought I lost it but I it
marches along till I'm surrounded
inspired by fire the sensual
caught between the crossfire and confusion
howl at the moon blanket that's starlit
im romantic plowing through tramps and harlots madchild prevails tails of the unwanted
not to be for granted
my past has come back and haunted for
I've all ready danced with death. a dozen black
I pose with breath
be a place where magic is made
I'll on your parade with silver razor blades
I'm creepin over the fence through your back yard
my states intense
savage penetration on the rocks a twist
now scream and shake fists
cause are made of this

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

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

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

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Soft rhymers, metamorphize cartoon characters
from Africa, in this game you got no stature
Not a factor in this
Whole shit me yawn
your heart out your chest like a '96 ghetto spawn
Antonym of urban, too feminine for this mentality
Have ? thoughts in my area, you get 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, tell your podiatrist a size 12
National ? Soldiers, leakin' a
A snake no spine, I'll see you, I peeped you
You'll see blue, the
A quick death is your
Now, I got to do