Luyện nghe bài hát Cold

[sped up vocal
collllllllllld! Col-hoh-ollllld
Collld cold, in this big city
Ahh but that don't bother - cold, in this big babe [2X]
Ahh but don't bother me [repeat "me"]

[Chorus:
I see the in your eye and your heart may cry
To my niggaz locked it's gon' be alright
To my sisters in the hood tryin to life better
You ain't by yourself, you're looking
Whatever the storms that
is full of them
Take a look in the at yourself
in yourself, yeahhhhhhhh

[Verse One:
Now I, understand that man meet his quota but damn
Is it because I'm tan you pull me over
My man, he gotta cause he can't get a job
Slam the door in his face, because he caught a 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 tuck
Waitin for the next move, zippin up and shoes
And you niggaz to get at me, uh-uh I never sweat B
This is chilly but Willies could never catch me
Although you wasn't ready ridin for you already
Make me wanna crack a vanilla dutch and heavy
Oh, you could come and holla at the O girl
The streets raised me so I'm ready for this world
You think you know but you no idea
I'm never slippin, never runnin, here I go right here,

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

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

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