Luyện nghe bài hát Cold

Chorus: *sampled* 3x

I walked away and I lived too

hell razah

This out.
This y'all niggaz all been looking for.
A story for all my brothers.
You what I'm saying? sunz of man return.
We gon' 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 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, my people suffering
Cops busting in, handcuffing men they wrist bleed
Some read what they need, give to seed
Black, lebanese, rabbis in green
Microphone mc's, macabees
Hard head mc's get told and they freeze
The truth came in but still you don't believe
The best thing you know is the spots to find
Get the knowledge dungarees, we still
Sunz of man, uk keep it
We come to clubs, like the ones who 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 I phase and kept a blaze
Y'all slave renegades, wasn't enough to eliminate
In my lifestyle of hard and good times
Stood mine the wines, became nice with the mind
Born intelligent, fuck elegant, I
For the ladies and gents, deliquents and
hungry, gun play on the sunny
Crews sweeter than honey, stars fuck for all money
Stupid dummies, fifteen slugs flood the
Thugs rapped mummies, sipping remy's
The clip empty, feeling shifty,
Highly intoxicated, in fatuated
Never thought he be faded
Up in the hospital, critical, eating
With no teeth, back on the streets he got beef for little keith and
A walking wish, living selfish, I sort of felt this
The fifth of september, he helpless and breathless

(chorus)

[hell
Today, life, out, a dice game, bank loot out
Jewels out, laying on three hundred dollar
Tools out, last day schools out, 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 a body pick-up, money in the laundry bag
Hungry comrads get they from a-rabs
With the loot that had, they rob more victims on the av.
Today cash, examples of the
Lord sun of man, stop killing own relatives
Unknown 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)