Luyện nghe bài hát Out Cold

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

This is how the goes
People these are really out cold

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