Luyện nghe bài hát Cold War

THE SONG IS CALLED WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!NOT COLD WAR

Intro: (first three LP only)

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

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

One: The GZA

It was the before New Year's, and all through the fuckin projects
Not a handgun was silent, not a Tec
as I'm stuck, by enemies who put fear
and blasted on the spot the pigs were dere
You know hoods robbers snipers new in sight fuck blue and
They escape before them the fuckin lights
Gunshots, shatter floor window panes
Shells hit the and blood stained the dice game
broke callisthetic, any style you set it
Beat toothless, physically cut up like gooses
But with iron on the thugs took no excuses
Therefore, your fifty-two handblocks was
Links was snatched off necks, scars on
took, after bullet rips through coats
Against those who felt the cold from the steel 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 was hangin from his Farmer's
And it's bugged how niggaz catch slugs
and pockets dug from everything except stubs
and it does, sound ill like wars in
Or fatal robberies in Red Hook where look
For fugitives to shoot cops, niggaz layin on roof
for his he stashed in a shoebox
But he was hot, and the strip was filled young killers
you don't suspect, so cops creep like
And thieves stay hooded with extra bullets
those who try to flee hit the vertebrae, increase the murder rate
Similar to hit men who pull out Tecs and
drop those who act like flows from Mexican
Rabbit, recipients cashin checks again
Back to the motherfuckin spot on

Babies crying dying and brothers getting knocked
Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked
in cold, cold world...

We be from the cops, bustin off shots
Shit is 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 seize and pocket the currency
Clicks strips full clips are sprayed
Yellow tape barricades sidewalks where lay
Madness strikes at twelve o'clock
Stick up kids on the ground broke the staircase
And I harassed, scramblin for petty cash
on my ass young bucks is learnin fast
357's and
Bought inside corner stores, their fire the wars
floors surrounded by the law
Homicide while the Jakes guard the door
My hood stay tense, loyalty strength in my team
Cause niggaz main is CREAM
niggaz in the jet black Gallant
Shot up the resteraunt, for this kid named Lamont
I thought he was dead but he missed a kid
and hit a twelve year old in the head and then fled
Tactical narcotic, task force, off fast
Cause the crime boss is off cash
Extortions, for portions of streets, causes
Havin of Indians trying to play Chief
You the saga, casualties and drama
Life is a script, I'm not a actor but the
of a modern day opera, where the main
is paper, the dominant, factor