Luyện nghe bài hát Cold

Chorus: *sampled* 3x

I away and I lived too cold

hell razah

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

razah]
Aiyyo, my be colorless
The undercover rich, haters it, watch the hell king tut' with it
Queen's, it, my diamond's cutting it
Sharp and on point, fuck the tricks of the
Money the world, watch my people suffering
Cops busting in, handcuffing men they wrist bleed
Some what they don't need, give to seed
Black, lebanese, rabbis in green
Microphone masked mc's,
Hard head get told and still they freeze
The truth in flesh but still you don't believe
The best thing you know is the to find weed
Get the knowledge dungarees, we struglling
Sunz of man, uk keep it
We come to clubs, like the ones who bring the in
What, he sold his soul, publishing

(chorus: 2x)

[hell
Have to on by and keep it moving

sunn]
I remenise all my days whenever I phase and kept a blaze
mental slave renegades, wasn't enough to eliminate
In my of hard times and good times
Stood 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
Crews sweeter than honey, stars for all they money
Stupid dummies, slugs flood the tummy
Thugs rapped like mummies, sipping
The clip empty, shifty, swifty
Highly intoxicated, in fatuated
Never he could be faded
Up in the hospital, critical, eating
With no teeth, back on the streets he got beef for little keith and
A death wish, living selfish, I sort of felt 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 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 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.
cash, examples of the program
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)