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 litte 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 we got jewels, we gon' walk on by and keep it moving.
Check it. moving. up.

razah]
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, fuck the of the government
rules the world, watch my people suffering
Cops busting in, handcuffing men 'til wrist bleed
Some read what they don't need, give to
Black, lebanese, rabbis in green
Microphone mc's, macabees
Hard head mc's get told and they freeze
The truth came in flesh but still you believe
The best thing you know is the spots to find
Get the dungarees, we still struglling
of man, uk keep it bubbling
We come to clubs, the ones who bring the trouble in
What, he sold his soul, publishing

(chorus: 2x)

razah]
Have to on by and keep it moving

[prodigal
I remenise all my dark days whenever I phase and a blaze
Y'all mental slave renegades, enough to eliminate
In my lifestyle of hard times and good
Stood mine the wines, became nice with the mind
Born intelligent, elegant, I represent
For the and gents, deliquents and presents
Everyday hungry, gun on the sunny
Crews than honey, stars fuck for all they money
dummies, fifteen slugs flood the tummy
Thugs rapped mummies, sipping remy's
The empty, feeling shifty, swifty
intoxicated, simply in fatuated
Never he could be faded
Up in the hospital, critical, eating
With no teeth, back on the streets he got beef for keith and tariff
A death wish, living selfish, I sort of felt this
The fifth of september, he felt and breathless

(chorus)

[hell
Today, life, shoot out, a dice game, bank out
out, laying on three hundred dollar sweaters
Tools out, last day schools out, berettas and better
Carry the eighth or red leather, weather gear
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
Hungry get they guns from a-rabs
the loot that they had, they rob more victims on the av.
Today cash, examples of the
Lord sun of man, stop your own relatives
Unknown start the liquid to the dry bones,
We all came from the same
Raise the dead with the poem, one is aimed home

(chorus: 3.5x)