Luyện nghe bài hát Jack Frost

(4x) Frost nipping at your nose
(sample of Nat Cole)

I'm sporting down rain gear.
on flying rain deer
And overweight queer with the red and white sleeping apparrel.
Sliding down the chimneys, but staring down double barrel.
I'm Santa on alphabet-i-cal med-i-cal.
It's survival of the fittest, as the approaches.
By then the existing life on Earth is real niggaz and roaches.
But see,
I'm than nuclear winters, so concoct the con-tender.
I'm make a nigga agenda.
gender. Change men ta
Feminine. Women in genetalia.
beatings il the next Saturnalia.
Ain't no competing. Defeating all in paraphenalia.
Compel me to the aroma.
"I smell.. I smell.. I PUSSY!!!"
My nigga could use some like a fucking organ donor.
And conflict? Whenever you plan it, I'm a split it the equator.
My Sanskrit box n' nitrogen strike the mics colder than polar.
I'm like "Wonder Activate!": pimp in the form of icy boulder.
Missed sister. Fool, I'll make your scrotum blister.
Fool, if you to be the man then I'm a hit ya
Like Baul the ideal.
I'm the rhyming Phoenix with that "murder, death, kill."
You got me all fucked up. I'm the flow-man.
Kiss ya ass goodbye. Your deal was standing under missle toe.
And!! I'm Mandingo. My cultural experiences doesn't Kris
Kringle.
Celebrating Satano, Santa.
It continues to be a mind
When black be picking shit off the ground
and it like a toddler.
I shoot the gift Kwanzaa.
That holiday is pagan. 626 Mazda
And a billion bucks of
That's bringing up the slack in the gross product.
I guaduct. My avalanches expressions
And papas erection and mama'sC-section.
Before plant contraception conception.
The exception was the emaculate deception.
Cause contrary to my bereaved mother believes,
was concieved by a mitocondria weave.
I leave gagreen when I these below zero,
So niggaz better bring "Heat" than Al Pacino and Robert De Niro.

Jack Frost at your nose
(sample of Nat Cole)

Gollllden Waaaarrriioooors, come out to pllllaaayyyyyyyy!

Ha haaaaa! Yo. Yes, Yes, Yes.

This out, you know, to the West Coast,
All my on the East Coast,
All my down South, you know what I'm saying. All them phat Dj's,

All the heads, and all them bitch ass niggaz, you what I'm saying.

(DJ Rhethmatic Scratching Nas from "It Ain't Hard to Tell)
"I'll leave them like heroine in ya nose"