Luyện nghe bài hát Cold

Chorus: *sampled* 3x

I walked away and I too cold

hell razah

This out.
This what y'all niggaz all been 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 walk on by and keep it moving.
it. moving. word up.

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

(chorus: 2x)

razah]
Have to walk on by and it moving

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

(chorus)

razah]
Today, life, shoot out, a dice game, loot out
Jewels out, laying on three hundred dollar
Tools out, last day schools out, berettas and better
Carry the eighth or red leather, timberland gear
in the air, this is a stick up, don't play for hiccups
You need a body pick-up, money in the laundry bag
Hungry comrads get guns from a-rabs
With the that they had, they 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 from the throne
Raise the dead with the brain poem, one is home

(chorus: 3.5x)