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 them all
Gun-clapper a rapper brains all on the wall
Now, nobody coul him cause he was known to murder em
And kill the wack DJ's who heard of him
The radio was scared, they even listen to him
But he's gettin payed, and the of pistols to em
He lives underground in unknown
He's known to take your to boogie the bloody microphone
MC's, put them in a line
Then add more niggas who think they can shine
Well, it'll take more before I'll 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 a nine and blow your mind all around you"
Now they got a white line all around you
Hanging from a telephone pole's how they you
Psychopathic,
Weapons get drawn if you got static 'cause

is how the story goes
People these days are out cold

Great scott, a monsters on top of the Penasca
Bustin off shots the twenty-five-shot glock
This is back the wizard was cutting shit up
Plus nobody saying nothing, so I'm shutting shit up
Killed MC, scoped him from high off the tower
Radio stations blow out power, sniffin powder
How the I killed another DJ?
request: I serviced his ass with the AK
P-P-P-P-P-Pow muthafucka, ain't no in my mind
no tarnishing my game, ain't no dulling my shine
Still dead bodies real hard to find
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