Luyện nghe bài hát Out Cold

Now once a time, way back in the day
There was an MC-killer by the of E-S-H-A-M
And he was known to them all
Gun-clapper a rapper brains all on the wall
Now, nobody coul fade him cause he was to murder em
And kill the DJ's who never heard of him
The radio was scared, wouldnt even listen to him
But he's gettin payed, and the of pistols to em
He lives underground in unknown
known to take your cookies to boogie the bloody microphone
Seven MC's, put them in a
add seven more niggas 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, dont let him rhyme you,
bound to pull a nine and blow your mind all around you"
Now they got a white chalk line all you
from a telephone pole's how they found you
Psychopathic,
Weapons get drawn if you got static 'cause

This is how the goes
People days are really out cold

Great scott, a monsters on top of the Penasca
off shots with the twenty-five-shot glock
This is when the wizard was cutting shit up
ain't nobody saying nothing, so I'm shutting shit up
Killed MC, scoped him from high off the tower
Radio stations blow out your power, powder
How the fuck I another 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 hard to
And if you want to kill some more times, rewinD