Luyện nghe bài hát Cold

Chorus: *sampled* 3x

I walked and I lived too cold

Intro: razah

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

razah]
Aiyyo, my thoughts be
The undercover rich, haters loving it, watch the king tut' with it
Queen's, it, my diamond's cutting it
and on point, fuck the tricks of the government
Money rules the world, watch my people
Cops in, handcuffing men 'til they wrist bleed
Some what they don't need, give to seed
Black, lebanese, rabbis in green
masked mc's, macabees
Hard head mc's get and still they freeze
The truth came in but still you don't believe
The thing you know is the spots to find weed
Get the dungarees, we still struglling
Sunz of man, uk it bubbling
We to clubs, like the ones who bring the trouble in
What, he his soul, life publishing

(chorus: 2x)

[hell
to walk on by and keep it moving

[prodigal
I remenise all my dark days whenever I and kept a blaze
Y'all mental slave renegades, enough to eliminate
In my of hard times and good times
Stood mine with the wines, became with the mind
intelligent, fuck elegant, I represent
For the and gents, deliquents and presents
Everyday hungry, gun play on the
Crews sweeter than honey, stars for all they money
Stupid dummies, fifteen flood the tummy
Thugs rapped like mummies, remy's
The clip empty, shifty, swifty
Highly intoxicated, in fatuated
thought he could be faded
Up in the hospital, critical, pickles
no teeth, back on the streets he got beef for little keith and tariff
A walking death wish, selfish, I sort of felt this
The fifth of september, he felt and breathless

(chorus)

[hell
Today, life, out, a dice game, bank loot out
Jewels out, laying on three dollar sweaters
Tools out, last day out, nine berettas and better
the eighth or red leather, timberland weather gear
Hands in the air, this is a stick up, play for hiccups
You won't need a body pick-up, in the laundry bag
Hungry comrads get they guns from
With the that they had, they rob more victims on the av.
Today cash, examples of the
Lord sun of man, killing your own relatives
Unknown giving the liquid to the dry bones,
We all from the same throne
Raise the with the brain poem, one is aimed home

(chorus: 3.5x)