Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Outside

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

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