Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Outside

[**feat. Killah & Suga Bang Bang:]
[Kung Fu (Raekwon):]
We do have to fear him, the Shaolin a crisis
And one of the factors will be the Wu-Tang
I wish he was there... (damn)
So we all be prepared
~Raekwon (Suga Bang Bang)~]
Them niggaz there, man (whooooa)
Feds been on niggaz all fucking year, son (What I'm gonna do)
(When it's cold outside) Look the nigga's in a bag now (Haaaaaa haaaaa)
They zipping a nigga off, son (Hooooooooowww hoowwww... ohhhh ohhh)
Right... (It's cold... ohhh ohhh ohhh ohhh ohhh)
[Chorus (2x): Bang Bang~]
it's cold outside, and the rain turn to ice
When cold outside, and the rain turn to ice
[Hook: ~Suga Bang
Said mama's out here flipping out, shots just off
Somebody laid out, little smoking weed
Drive by, K wondered what's going on
Me with my motherfucking AK
Ohhh ohhhh... what I'm do when it's cold outside...
Hoowww howwww... ohhh ohhh... cold... hey...

Religious hammers, fakes get jammed up
Cakes get battered, coming through to get it, them
Blood fiends, machine guns, cannons and teams
Baking sodas, Rovers and gophers
Land in every project, sex, lies, murderous
to cassettes, vets dying on steps
What's really place in them hoods?
Heads get clapped for trap, don't with my mind, I'm strapped
Off ya dome for fronting on me
Last two L's, I visions of dead male and more sales
Real life is made, and candles got blazed
For young soldiers shot by them strays
Pigeons and goons surviving in
Cause divisions, they separating, laying
And they can't wait to home soon
While bodies get found in lobbies, chopped up, decaying in
[Ghostface
They found a two old, strangled to death
With a "Love Daddy" on in a bag on the top of the steps
Police blowing niggaz, and judges
Me and son had beef, I had to him, we supposed to be brothers
Cause he came home fronting, like that I owe him something
Cause I'm money, drive a little something something
Renee got AIDS, with five smoked out
House is brick, bills been paid in days
A man's a molestor, court case and the crime's raising
SWAT stickers on the church, they
season is here and I'm vexed
Who the fuck made Christmas up? I'm fucking broke, it making no sense
are $7.50, a box of Huggies is off the meat rack
She's back, thirty days, she
Our troops need to Iraq
And rap niggaz need to go on strike so we can get more
Cause...
Chorus:] (2x)