Luyện nghe bài hát Cold

[sped up sample]
It's collllllllllld!
Collld cold, in this big babe
Ahh but that bother - cold, in this big city babe [2X]
Ahh but that don't me [repeat "me"]

sung]
I see the tears in your eye and your may cry
To my niggaz locked down gon' be alright
To my sisters in the hood tryin to make better
You by yourself, you're looking better
the storms that come
Life is full of
Take a look in the mirror at
in yourself, yeahhhhhhhh

[Verse One:
Now I, understand that man gotta his quota but damn
Is it because I'm tan that you pull me
My man, he gotta hustle cause he get a job
Slam the door in his face, he caught a juvie case
It seems as if I got people tryin to me down
Red broads intimidatin insinuatin and
I'm a young buck, keepin on a young
Waitin for the next move, zippin up and lace
And you niggaz to get at me, uh-uh I never sweat B
This world is chilly but Willies could catch me
Although you ready still ridin for you already
Make me wanna crack a dutch and smoke heavy
Oh, regardless you could come and holla at the O
The streets raised me so I'm for this cold world
You think you know but you no idea
I'm slippin, never runnin, here I go right here, c'mon

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

[Verse Two:
I be the microphone talker, the big street
Known to a rhyme, a bonafide New Yorker
O.G. godfather, like Bambaataa
DMC comes harder, cause he be smarter
up in the city I can't be dum diddy dumb
I'd rather be sittin pretty than in a city a bum
I roll with killers, some real bug niggaz
And some real ill figures that ain't scared to the trigger
My homies all dead, in jail or life
While the honies give us his and we treat 'em a wife
a whole lot of shootin, and executin
And the crew gettin stronger cause we keep on recruitin
We can never die, we just
We keep the in the store for the streets to buy
Peace to Eazy-E, and Tupac
in peace Keith, Cowboy and Scott LaRock

[Verse Three: Black]
Can you me baby why the world is so cold
Why is Hennessy the thing that warm my soul
Into the belly of the beast, I the hood cry
Gangsters out I'm seein good niggaz die
The world is so cold, I can feel the breeze
Hatred is sacred, life's a dying
to hustle, down to die for cheese
Just hustlin with muscle slugs are flyin ease
Behind bars baby I seen the is even colder
It like the weight of the world is on your shoulder
Life along like the hands of time
brings life and life brings crime
Dyin is easy, but tend to stress me
Livin through sin God will bless me
And me and save my soul
What he from heaven the world is so cold
("cold.. cold.. cold..")