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 known to murder all
Gun-clapper leave a rapper brains all on the
Now, coul fade him cause he was known to murder em
And kill the wack DJ's who never of him
The radio was scared, they wouldnt listen to him
But he's gettin payed, and the of pistols to em
He lives underground in parts
He's to take your cookies to boogie the bloody microphone
MC's, put them in a line
Then add seven more who think they can shine
Well, it'll take seven before I'll go for mine
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 your all around you"
Now they got a white chalk 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 goes
People these are really out cold

Great scott, a monsters high on top of the
off shots with the twenty-five-shot glock
This is back when the wizard was cutting up
Plus ain't nobody nothing, so I'm shutting shit up
Killed another MC, scoped him from off the tower
stations blow 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 in my mind
Ain't no tarnishing my game, no dulling my shine
Still nine dead bodies real hard to
And if you want to kill some more times, rewinD