Luyện nghe bài hát Out Cold

Now once a time, way back in the day
There was an 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, coul fade him cause he was known to murder em
And kill the DJ's who never heard of him
The was scared, they wouldnt even listen to him
But he's payed, and the flash of pistols to em
He lives in parts unknown
He's known to take your cookies to boogie the bloody
MC's, put them in a line
Then add seven niggas who think they can shine
Well, it'll seven more before I'll go for mine
Then "blocabloca" my nine rhymes at the same tizzime
say, "MC-killer, dont let him rhyme around you,
He's bound to pull a nine and your mind all around you"
Now they got a white chalk all around you
from a telephone pole's how they found you
Psychopathic,
Weapons get drawn if you got some 'cause

is how the story goes
People days are really out cold

Great scott, a high on top of the Penasca
off shots with the twenty-five-shot glock
This is back when the wizard was shit up
ain't nobody saying nothing, so I'm shutting shit up
Killed another MC, scoped him high off the tower
Radio stations blow out your power, powder
How the fuck I another DJ?
Special request: I his ass with the AK
muthafucka, ain't no love in my mind
Ain't no tarnishing my game, ain't no my shine
Still nine bodies real hard to find
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