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 leave a brains all on the wall
Now, nobody coul fade him cause he was to murder em
And kill the wack DJ's who heard of him
The radio was scared, they wouldnt even to him
But gettin payed, and the flash of pistols to em
He underground in parts unknown
known to take your cookies to boogie the bloody microphone
Seven MC's, put in a line
Then add seven more niggas who think they can
Well, it'll take more before I'll go for mine
Then I'll "blocabloca" my 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 got a white chalk line all around you
Hanging from a telephone pole's how they you
Psychopathic,
Weapons get drawn if you got some static

is how the story goes
People these days are 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 saying nothing, so I'm shit up
Killed another MC, scoped him from off the tower
stations blow out your power, sniffin powder
How the fuck I killed DJ?
request: I serviced his ass with the AK
P-P-P-P-P-Pow muthafucka, no love in my mind
Ain't no my game, ain't no dulling my shine
Still nine dead bodies real to find
And if you to kill some more times, press rewinD