Luyện nghe bài hát Cold

Chorus: *sampled* 3x

I walked away and I too cold

Intro: razah

This out.
This what niggaz all been looking for.
A litte for all my brothers.
You know I'm saying? sunz of man return.
We gon' walk on by and it moving.
when it got cold.
Cold we got jewels, we gon' walk on by and keep it moving.
Check it. moving. up.

[hell
Aiyyo, my thoughts be
The undercover rich, loving it, watch the hell king tut' with it
Queen's, bathtubbing it, my cutting it
and on point, fuck the tricks of the government
Money the world, watch my people suffering
Cops busting in, handcuffing men 'til they wrist
Some read what they don't need, to seed
Black, lebanese, rabbis in fatigues
Microphone masked mc's,
Hard head mc's get told and they freeze
The truth in flesh but still you don't believe
The best thing you know is the to find weed
Get the dungarees, we still struglling
of man, uk keep it bubbling
We come to clubs, the ones who bring the trouble in
What, he sold his soul, life

(chorus: 2x)

[hell
to walk on by and keep it moving

[prodigal
I remenise all my dark whenever I phase and kept a blaze
Y'all slave renegades, wasn't enough to eliminate
In my of hard times and good times
Stood mine the wines, became nice with the mind
intelligent, fuck elegant, I represent
For the and gents, deliquents and presents
Everyday hungry, gun on the sunny
Crews sweeter than honey, fuck for all they money
Stupid dummies, fifteen flood the tummy
rapped like mummies, sipping remy's
The clip empty, shifty, swifty
intoxicated, simply in fatuated
Never thought he could be
Up in the hospital, critical, eating
With no teeth, back on the streets he got beef for little keith and
A walking death wish, selfish, I sort of felt this
The fifth of september, he helpless and breathless

(chorus)

razah]
Today, life, shoot out, a dice game, bank out
Jewels out, laying on three dollar sweaters
Tools out, last day out, nine berettas and better
Carry the eighth or red leather, weather gear
Hands in the air, this is a stick up, play for hiccups
You need a body pick-up, money in the laundry bag
Hungry comrads get they guns a-rabs
With the that they had, they rob more victims on the av.
Today cash, examples of the
Lord sun of man, stop killing own relatives
start giving the liquid to the dry bones,
We all came from the same
Raise the dead with the brain poem, one is home

(chorus: 3.5x)