Luyện nghe bài hát Cold

Chorus: bizmarkie 3x

I walked and I lived too cold

Intro: hell

goes out.
This what niggaz all been looking for.
A litte for all my brothers.
You know what I'm saying? 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.
Check it. moving. up.

razah]
Aiyyo, my thoughts be
The undercover rich, haters loving it, watch the king tut' with it
Queen's, bathtubbing it, my diamond's it
and on point, fuck the tricks of the government
Money rules the world, watch my people
Cops busting in, handcuffing men 'til they wrist
Some read what they don't need, give to
Black, lebanese, rabbis in fatigues
Microphone mc's, macabees
Hard head mc's get told and still freeze
The truth in flesh 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 keep it
We come to clubs, like the ones who bring the in
What, he his soul, life publishing

(chorus: 2x)

razah]
Have to walk on by and it moving

sunn]
I remenise all my days whenever I phase and kept a blaze
Y'all mental slave renegades, wasn't to eliminate
In my lifestyle of hard times and times
Stood with the wines, became nice with the mind
Born intelligent, fuck elegant, I
For the ladies and gents, and presents
hungry, gun play on the sunny
Crews sweeter than honey, stars for all they money
Stupid dummies, fifteen slugs the tummy
rapped like mummies, sipping remy's
The empty, feeling shifty, swifty
Highly intoxicated, simply in
thought he could be faded
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 felt
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 sweaters
Tools out, last day schools out, nine berettas and
Carry the eighth or red leather, weather gear
Hands in the air, this is a stick up, don't play for
You need a body pick-up, money in the laundry bag
Hungry comrads get they from a-rabs
With the loot that they had, they rob 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 dead the brain poem, one is aimed home

(chorus: 3.5x)