Luyện nghe bài hát Cold

[sped up sample]
collllllllllld! Col-hoh-ollllld
Collld cold, in this big babe
Ahh but that don't bother - cold, in this big city babe
Ahh but that don't bother me "me"]

sung]
I see the tears in eye and your heart may cry
To my niggaz locked down gon' be alright
To my sisters in the tryin to make life better
You ain't by yourself, you're better
the storms that come
Life is full of
Take a in the mirror at yourself
in yourself, yeahhhhhhhh

[Verse One:
Now I, understand man gotta meet his quota but damn
Is it I'm tan that you pull me over
My man, he gotta hustle cause he get a job
Slam the in his face, because he caught a juvie case
It seems as if I got people tryin to pull me
Red broads intimidatin insinuatin and
I'm a young buck, on a young tuck
for the next move, zippin up and lace shoes
And you niggaz tryin to get at me, uh-uh I sweat B
This world is chilly but Willies could never me
Although you wasn't still ridin for you already
me wanna crack a vanilla dutch and smoke heavy
Oh, you could come and holla at the O girl
The streets raised me so I'm for this cold world
You think you know but you have no
I'm never slippin, never runnin, I go right here, c'mon

[sped up
Ahh but don't bother - cold, in this big city babe [3X]
Ahh but that don't bother me "me"]

Two: DMC]
I be the talker, the big street walker
Known to a rhyme, a bonafide New Yorker
O.G. godfather, like Afrika
DMC harder, cause he gotta be smarter
Growin up in the city I can't be dum dumb
I'd rather be sittin pretty than in a city a bum
I roll with some killers, some real bug
And some ill figures that ain't scared to pull the trigger
My homies all dead, in jail or life
While the honies give us his and we 'em like a wife
There's a lot of shootin, and executin
And the crew keeps gettin cause we keep on recruitin
We can die, we just multiply
We the records in the store for the streets to buy
Peace to Eazy-E, Biggie and
Rest in Keith, Cowboy and Scott LaRock

Three: Sonny Black]
Can you tell me baby why the world is so
Why is Hennessy the only thing warm my soul
Into the of the beast, I watch the hood cry
Gangsters out I'm seein good niggaz die
The is so cold, yeah I can feel the breeze
Hatred is sacred, a dying disease
Livin to hustle, to die for cheese
Just hustlin muscle slugs are flyin with ease
Behind baby I seen the world is even colder
It seems like the weight of the world is on your
Life along like the hands of time
Death brings and life brings crime
Dyin is easy, but lifes to stress me
Livin through sin hopin God will me
And forgive me and my soul
What he heaven cause the world is so cold
("cold.. cold.. cold..")