Luyện nghe bài hát Jack Frost

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

I'm sporting down rain gear.
Dumping on rain deer
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 life on is real niggaz and roaches.
But see,
I'm colder nuclear winters, so concoct the con-tender.
I'm make a nigga agenda.
Change gender. men ta
Feminine. Women in genetalia.
beatings il the next Saturnalia.
Ain't no competing. Defeating all in paraphenalia.
me to inhale 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 it like the equator.
My Sanskrit box n' liquid strike the mics colder than polar.
I'm "Wonder Twins Activate!": pimp in the form of icy boulder.
Missed assist sister. Fool, I'll make your blister.
Fool, if you to be the man then I'm a hit ya
Like Mixler: the ideal.
I'm the Simon Phoenix with that "murder, death, kill."
You got me all fucked up. I'm the flow-man.
Kiss ya ass goodbye. record deal was standing under missle toe.
And!! I'm Mandingo. My cultural experiences doesn't Kris
Kringle.
Satano, sorry: Santa.
It continues to be a boggler
black people be picking shit off the ground
and eating it a toddler.
I shoot the gift 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 from papas and mama'sC-section.
Before plant contraception conception.
The only was the emaculate deception.
Cause contrary to my bereaved mother believes,
was concieved by a mitocondria weave.
I leave gagreen when I slang below zero,
So niggaz better more "Heat" than Al Pacino and Robert De Niro.

Jack Frost nipping at nose
(sample of Nat Cole)

Gollllden Waaaarrriioooors, come 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 ass niggaz, you know what I'm saying.

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