Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Outside

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

Religious with hammers, get jammed up
Cakes get battered, coming to get it, them transactions
Blood stinking fiends, machine guns, cannons and
Baking sodas, gold and gophers
Land in project, sex, lies, murderous reps
to cassettes, vets dying on steps
What's really taking in them hoods?
Heads get clapped for trap, don't fuck my mind, I'm strapped
Off with ya for fronting on me
Last two L's, I seen visions of dead male and sales
Real life stories is made, and got blazed
For young soldiers shot by them strays
Pigeons and goons surviving in
Cause divisions, separating, laying cacoons
And they can't to come home soon
While get found in lobbies, chopped up, decaying in rooms
Killah:]
They a two year old, strangled to death
With a "Love Daddy" shirt on in a bag on the top of the
blowing niggaz, NARCs and judges
Me and son had beef, I had to murk him, we supposed to be
Cause he came home fronting, feeling like that I owe him
Cause I'm getting money, a little something something
Renee got AIDS, with five kids 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 is here and I'm vexed
Who the fuck made Christmas up? I'm fucking broke, it ain't no sense
Newports are $7.50, a box of Huggies is off the rack
She's back, days, she relapsed
Our troops need to Iraq
And rap niggaz need to go on strike so we can get more
Cause...
Chorus:] (2x)