Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Outside

[**feat. Ghostface Killah & Suga Bang
[Kung Fu (Raekwon):]
We do have to fear him, the Shaolin a crisis
And one of the will 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)
Feds 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)
[Chorus (2x): Bang Bang~]
When it's cold outside, and the turn to ice
When it's cold outside, and the turn to ice
~Suga Bang Bang~]
Said mama's out here flipping out, shots just off
Somebody laid out, little kids smoking
Drive by, baby K what's going on
Me outside with my AK
Ohhh ohhhh... what I'm gonna do it's cold outside...
Hoowww howwww... ohhh... it's cold... hey...

Religious with hammers, get jammed up
Cakes get battered, through to get it, them transactions
Blood stinking fiends, guns, cannons and teams
sodas, gold Rovers and gophers
Land in every project, sex, lies, reps
Back to cassettes, vets dying on
What's really place in them hoods?
Heads get for trap, don't fuck with my mind, I'm strapped
Off with ya dome for on me
Last two L's, I seen visions of dead and more sales
life stories is made, and candles got blazed
For little young shot by them strays
Pigeons and surviving in prisons
Cause divisions, they separating, cacoons
And they wait to come home soon
While bodies get found in lobbies, up, decaying in rooms
[Ghostface
They found a two year old, 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 to be brothers
Cause he came home fronting, feeling that I owe him something
I'm getting money, drive a little something something
Renee got AIDS, with five smoked out
House is brick, haven't been paid in days
A Brooklyn man's a molestor, case 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 broke, it ain't making no sense
Newports are $7.50, a box of Huggies is off the rack
She's back, days, she relapsed
Our troops to leave Iraq
And rap niggaz to go on strike so we can get more cash
Cause...
[Repeat (2x)