Luyện nghe bài hát Out Cold

Now once a time, way back in the day
There was an MC-killer by the name of
And he was to murder them all
Gun-clapper leave a rapper all on the wall
Now, nobody coul him cause he was known to murder em
And kill the wack who never heard of him
The radio was scared, they wouldnt listen to him
But gettin payed, and the flash of pistols to em
He lives in parts unknown
He's known to take your cookies to 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 I'll go for mine
Then "blocabloca" my nine rhymes at the same tizzime
They say, "MC-killer, let him rhyme around you,
He's bound to a nine and blow your mind all around you"
Now they got a white chalk line all 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 days are really out

Great scott, a monsters high on top of the
Bustin off with the twenty-five-shot glock
This is when the wizard was cutting shit up
Plus ain't saying nothing, so I'm shutting shit up
Killed another MC, scoped him from high off the
Radio stations out your power, sniffin powder
How the fuck I killed DJ?
Special request: I serviced his ass the AK
muthafucka, ain't no love in my mind
Ain't no tarnishing my game, no dulling my shine
Still nine dead real hard to find
And if you to kill some more times, press rewinD