Luyện nghe bài hát Jack Frost

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

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

Jack nipping at your nose
(sample of Nat Cole)

Gollllden State Waaaarrriioooors, out to pllllaaayyyyyyyy!

Ha haaaaa! Yo. Yes, Yes, Yes.

This goes out, you know, to the Coast,
All my niggaz on the 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 sample from "It Ain't to Tell)
"I'll leave them froze heroine in ya nose"