Luyện nghe bài hát Out Cold

Now once upon a time, way in the day
was an MC-killer by the name of E-S-H-A-M
And he was to murder them all
Gun-clapper a rapper brains all on the wall
Now, nobody coul fade him he was known to murder em
And kill the wack DJ's who never of him
The radio was scared, they even listen to him
But he's payed, and the flash of pistols to em
He lives in parts unknown
He's to take your cookies to boogie the bloody microphone
Seven MC's, put them in a
Then add more niggas who think they can shine
Well, it'll take seven more before I'll go for
Then "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 mind all around you"
Now they got a white line all around you
Hanging from a telephone how they found you
Psychopathic,
Weapons get drawn if you got some static

This is how the goes
People days are really out cold

Great scott, a monsters high on top of the
Bustin off shots with the twenty-five-shot
This is back the wizard was cutting shit up
Plus ain't nobody saying nothing, so I'm shutting up
Killed another MC, scoped him from off the tower
Radio stations blow out your power, powder
How the fuck I another DJ?
request: I serviced 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
nine dead bodies real hard to find
And if you want to kill some more times, rewinD