Luyện nghe bài hát Out Cold

Now upon 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 all on the wall
Now, nobody fade him cause he was known to murder em
And kill the wack who never heard of him
The radio was scared, they wouldnt even to him
But he's gettin payed, and the flash of to em
He underground in parts unknown
known to take your cookies to boogie the bloody microphone
Seven MC's, put them in a
Then add seven more who think they can shine
Well, it'll take seven more before go for mine
I'll "blocabloca" my nine rhymes at the same tizzime
They say, "MC-killer, let him rhyme around you,
He's bound to pull a and blow your mind all around you"
Now they got a white line all around you
Hanging from a pole's how they found you
Psychopathic,
Weapons get if you got some static 'cause

is how the story goes
People days are really out cold

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