Luyện nghe bài hát Cold

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

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

[Verse One:
Now I, understand man gotta meet his quota but damn
Is it because I'm tan that you pull me
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 tryin to pull me down
Red broads intimidatin and hatin
I'm a young buck, on a young tuck
Waitin for the next move, zippin up and lace
And you niggaz tryin to get at me, uh-uh I sweat B
world is chilly but Willies could never catch me
Although you wasn't ready ridin for you already
Make me wanna crack a vanilla and smoke heavy
Oh, regardless you could come and holla at the O
The streets raised me so I'm ready for this world
You you know but you have no idea
I'm never slippin, never runnin, here I go right here,

[sped up
Ahh but that bother - cold, in this big city babe [3X]
Ahh but that 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, Afrika Bambaataa
DMC comes harder, cause he gotta be
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, real bug niggaz
And real ill figures that ain't scared to pull the trigger
My homies all dead, in jail or doin
While the honies give us his and we treat 'em a wife
There's a whole lot of shootin, and
And the crew keeps gettin stronger 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
in peace Keith, Cowboy and Scott 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 belly of the beast, I the hood cry
Gangsters bangin out I'm seein niggaz die
The world is so cold, yeah I can feel the
Hatred is sacred, a dying disease
Livin to hustle, down to die for
hustlin with muscle slugs are flyin with ease
Behind bars baby I the world is even colder
It seems like the weight of the world is on shoulder
Life moves along like the hands of
Death life and life brings crime
Dyin is easy, but lifes to stress me
Livin through sin hopin God bless me
And forgive me and my soul
What he from heaven cause the world is so
("cold.. cold.. cold..")