Luyện nghe bài hát Out Cold

Now once a time, way back 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 who never heard of him
The radio was scared, wouldnt even listen 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 them in a
Then add more niggas who think they can shine
Well, it'll take more before I'll 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 nine and blow your all around you"
Now they got a white line all around you
Hanging from a pole's how they found you
Psychopathic,
Weapons get drawn if you got static 'cause

This is how the story
People days are really out cold

Great scott, a monsters on top of the Penasca
Bustin off shots the twenty-five-shot glock
This is back when the wizard was cutting up
ain't nobody saying nothing, so I'm shutting shit up
Killed another MC, him from high off the tower
Radio stations out your 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 dulling my
Still nine bodies real hard to find
And if you want to kill some more times, press