Luyện nghe bài hát Jack Frost

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

I'm sporting trippled down gear.
Dumping on flying deer
And that overweight queer with the red and white apparrel.
Sliding down the chimneys, but staring this double barrel.
I'm putting Santa on 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 than nuclear winters, so the con-tender.
I'm make a nigga agenda.
gender. Change men ta
Feminine. Women in genetalia.
Seasons 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 use some heart like a fucking organ donor.
And conflict? you plan it, I'm a split it like the equator.
My Sanskrit box n' liquid nitrogen the mics colder than polar.
I'm like "Wonder Twins Activate!": pimp in the of icy boulder.
Missed sister. Fool, I'll make your scrotum blister.
Fool, if you ready to be the man I'm a hit ya
Baul Mixler: the ideal.
I'm the rhyming Simon with that "murder, death, kill."
You got me all up. I'm the abominable flow-man.
Kiss ya ass goodbye. Your deal was standing under missle toe.
And!! I'm Mandingo. My cultural experiences doesn't include
Kringle.
Satano, sorry: Santa.
It continues to be a mind
When black people be shit off the ground
and it like a toddler.
I shoot the gift Kwanzaa.
That holiday is pagan. 626 like
And a billion bucks of
bringing up the slack in the gross national product.
I guaduct. My avalanches expressions
And papas erection and mama'sC-section.
Before nore contraception conception.
The only was the emaculate deception.
contrary to what my bereaved mother believes,
Jesus was by a mitocondria weave.
I leave gagreen when I these below zero,
So niggaz better bring more "Heat" than Al 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 niggaz on the Coast,
All my niggaz down South, you know I'm saying. All them phat Dj's,

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

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