Luyện nghe bài hát Cold War

Intro: (first lines lp only)

I had a bad
Don't be afraid, bad dreams are dreams
a time you chose to be born in...

Babies brothers dying and brothers getting knocked
Shit is deep on the block and you got me down
In cold, cold world...

Verse the gza

It was the night before new year's, and all through the fuckin
Not a handgun was silent, not a tec
Outside as I'm stuck, by enemies who put
And blasted on the spot before the pigs dere
You know hoods robbers new in sight fuck blue and white
They escape before them the fuckin lights
Gunshots, first floor window panes
Shells hit the ground and blood stained the dice
Whether broke callisthetic, any you set it
Beat toothless, physically cut up like gooses
But with iron on the sides thugs no excuses
Therefore, fifty-two handblocks was useless
was snatched off necks, scars on throats
Jackets took, after rips through coats
Against those who the cold from the steel made em fold
And squeal, once the metal hit the temple of his
Destruction worker, who was for his bomber
No time to swing the hammer that was from his farmer's
And it's bugged how some niggaz catch
And pockets dug everything except check stubs
And it does, sound ill like in brownsville
Or fatal robberies in red hook where look
For fugitives to shoot cops, layin on roof tops
For his he stashed in a shoebox
But he was hot, and the strip was filled young killers
You don't suspect, so cops like caterpillars
And born thieves stay hooded extra bullets
Those who try to flee they hit the vertebrae, the murder rate
to hit men who pull out tecs and then
Drop those who act like thai from mexican
Rabbit, like recipients checks again
Back to the spot on lexington

Babies brothers dying and brothers getting knocked
Shit is deep on the block and you got me down
In this cold, world...

We be runnin the cops, bustin off shots
is deep on the block and you got me locked down
In this cold, world...

Verse two: deck

Yo
No time to freeze, undercovers up in grand prixs
And packages and pocket the currency
control strips full clips are sprayed
Yellow tape sidewalks where bodies lay
Madness strikes at twelve o'clock
up kids on the ground broke the staircase light
And I harassed, scramblin for petty cash
Jakes on my ass young is learnin fast
357's and
Bought inside corner stores, fire sparks the wars
Hospital surrounded by the law
Homicide questioning while the guard the door
My hood tense, loyalty puts strength in my team
niggaz main concern is cream
Some niggaz in the jet black
Shot up the chinese resteraunt, for this kid named
I thought he was dead but instead he a kid
And hit a year old girl in the head and then fled
narcotic, task force, back off fast
Cause the crime boss is off cash
Extortions, for portions of streets, beef
Havin of indians trying to play chief
You the saga, casualties and drama
Life is a script, I'm not a but the author
Of a day opera, where the main character
Is presidential paper, the dominant,