Luyện nghe bài hát Out Cold

Now upon a time, way back in the day
There was an MC-killer by the of E-S-H-A-M
And he was known to murder all
Gun-clapper a rapper brains all on the wall
Now, nobody coul fade him cause he was known to em
And kill the wack DJ's who never of him
The was scared, they wouldnt even listen to him
But he's gettin payed, and the flash of to em
He underground in parts unknown
He's known to take cookies to boogie the bloody microphone
Seven MC's, put them in a
Then add seven more niggas who they can shine
Well, take seven more before I'll go for mine
I'll "blocabloca" my nine rhymes at the same tizzime
They say, "MC-killer, dont let him around you,
He's bound to pull a nine and blow your mind all you"
Now they got a chalk line all around you
Hanging from a telephone pole's how they you
Psychopathic,
Weapons get drawn if you got some static

is how the story goes
People these are really out cold

Great scott, a monsters high on top of the
Bustin off with the twenty-five-shot glock
This is back when the wizard was cutting up
Plus ain't nobody saying nothing, so I'm shit up
Killed another MC, scoped him from off the tower
Radio blow out your power, sniffin powder
How the I killed another DJ?
Special request: I his ass with the AK
P-P-P-P-P-Pow muthafucka, ain't no love in my
Ain't no tarnishing my game, ain't no dulling my
Still nine bodies real hard to find
And if you want to kill some more times, rewinD