Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Day In Hell

I sell my soul to the for a .45, a black cowboy hat, & a switchblade knife.
I burn like a sinner if they take my life, but it's a cold day in hell before they take my pride.
I sell my soul to the devil for a .45, a black cowboy hat, & a knife.
I'ma burn a sinner when they take my life, but it's a cold day in hell before they take my pride.

1]
I sold my soul to the for this mic in my hand, but I ain't ever gonna sell out.
A dollars for my name to expand.
Take ya & ya brands, & you can go an get the hell out.
We living in a fucked up time.
So many fucked up minds inspire up crimes.
& they be to sell you out at the drop of a dime.
Too many coward motha fuckas livin life no spine.
We in a bind.

2]
My belly ache from these fake little snakes who come & go as they just to get what they need.
They use are name just to get a fame.
Then it's out a flame.
I wanna these fuckas bleed.
some hooker on the street.
Sellin just to eat.
the money & run.
I take out my heat.
Pull up on em while sleeping.
Put em six feet deep disrespectin put a tag on ya feet, go to sleep.

You that I don't see.
Ya better take it on the road.
Ya think they don't see, but everybody fuckin knows, watch me unload.

3]
One thing I is a self righteous saint.
Too many sins been to ever get me acquitted.
But it's a fact find a knife if ya back cause I put it all on this track, & to this shit I'm committed.
& I won't leave ya hangin.
keep that thang swangin like the fuckin dope man I'm always stay slangin.
Drivebys on these perpetrators stay bangin.
I'ma always stay the same while the the world keeps changing.