Luyện nghe bài hát Cold

Chorus: bizmarkie 3x

I away and I lived too cold

Intro: hell

goes out.
This what y'all all been looking for.
A story for all my brothers.
You know what I'm sunz of man return.
We gon' walk on by and it moving.
when it got cold.
Cold we got jewels, we gon' walk on by and keep it moving.
it. moving. word up.

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

(chorus: 2x)

[hell
Have to walk on by and keep it

sunn]
I all my dark days whenever I phase and kept a blaze
Y'all mental slave renegades, wasn't to eliminate
In my of hard times and good times
mine with the wines, became nice with the mind
Born intelligent, elegant, I represent
For the and gents, deliquents and presents
Everyday hungry, gun play on the
sweeter than honey, stars fuck for all they money
Stupid dummies, fifteen flood 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
With no teeth, on the streets he got beef for little keith and tariff
A walking death wish, living selfish, I of felt this
The fifth of september, he felt helpless and

(chorus)

[hell
Today, life, shoot out, a game, bank loot out
Jewels out, on three hundred dollar sweaters
Tools out, last day schools out, nine and better
Carry the eighth or red leather, timberland gear
Hands in the air, is a stick up, don't play for hiccups
You won't need a body pick-up, in the laundry bag
Hungry get they guns from a-rabs
With the loot that they had, they rob 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 throne
the dead with the brain poem, one is aimed home

(chorus: 3.5x)