Luyện nghe bài hát Out Cold

Now upon a time, way back in the day
There was an by the name of E-S-H-A-M
And he was known to them all
leave a rapper brains all on the wall
Now, coul fade him cause he was known to murder em
And kill the wack DJ's who heard of him
The radio was scared, they wouldnt even to him
But he's gettin payed, and the flash of to em
He lives underground in parts
He's known to your cookies to boogie the bloody microphone
Seven MC's, put in a line
Then add more niggas who think they can shine
Well, it'll take seven more before go for mine
Then I'll "blocabloca" my nine rhymes at the same
They say, "MC-killer, dont let him around you,
He's bound to pull a 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,
Weapons get if you got some static 'cause

This is how the story
People days are really out cold

Great scott, a monsters high on top of the
Bustin off shots with the twenty-five-shot
is back when the wizard was cutting shit up
Plus ain't nobody saying nothing, so I'm shutting up
Killed another MC, scoped him high off the tower
Radio stations blow out power, sniffin powder
How the fuck I killed 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 my game, ain't no dulling my shine
Still nine dead bodies real to find
And if you want to kill some more times, rewinD