Luyện nghe bài hát Cold

Chorus: *sampled* 3x

I walked away and I too cold

hell razah

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

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

(chorus: 2x)

[hell
Have to walk on by and keep it

sunn]
I remenise all my dark whenever I phase and kept a blaze
Y'all mental slave renegades, wasn't enough to
In my lifestyle of hard times and good
Stood mine with the wines, became 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, stars fuck for all they
Stupid dummies, fifteen slugs the tummy
Thugs rapped like mummies, sipping
The empty, feeling shifty, swifty
intoxicated, simply in fatuated
Never thought he could be
Up in the hospital, critical, eating
With no teeth, 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)

razah]
Today, life, out, a dice game, bank loot out
Jewels out, laying on three dollar sweaters
Tools out, day schools out, nine berettas and better
Carry the eighth or red leather, timberland weather
Hands in the air, this is a stick up, don't for hiccups
You won't need a pick-up, money in the laundry bag
comrads get they guns from a-rabs
With the loot that they had, rob more victims on the av.
Today cash, of the program
sun of man, stop killing your own relatives
Unknown giving the liquid to the dry bones,
We all came the same throne
the dead with the brain poem, one is aimed home

(chorus: 3.5x)