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 only
What a you chose to be born in...

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

One: The GZA

It was the night 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 before the pigs were dere
You know hoods robbers snipers new in sight fuck blue and
They escape before them flash the lights
Gunshots, first floor window panes
Shells hit the ground and blood stained the game
Whether broke callisthetic, any you set it
niggaz toothless, physically cut up like gooses
But iron on the sides thugs took no excuses
Therefore, your fifty-two handblocks was
was snatched off necks, scars on throats
Jackets took, after bullet rips through
Against those who the cold from the steel made em fold
and squeal, once the metal hit the of his grill
worker, who was caught for his bomber
No to swing the hammer that was hangin from his Farmer's
And it's bugged how niggaz catch slugs
and pockets dug from except check stubs
and it does, ill like wars in Brownsville
Or fatal in Red Hook where feds 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 with killers
you don't suspect, so cops creep caterpillars
And born thieves stay hooded extra bullets
those who try to flee hit the vertebrae, increase the murder rate
Similar to hit men who out Tecs and then
drop who act like thai flows from Mexican
Rabbit, like recipients cashin again
Back to the motherfuckin spot on

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

We be from the cops, bustin off shots
Shit is on the block and you got me locked down
in cold, cold world...

Verse Two: Deck

Yo
No time to freeze, undercovers up in Grand Prixs
and packages and pocket the currency
Clicks strips full clips are sprayed
Yellow tape barricades sidewalks bodies lay
strikes at twelve o'clock midnight
Stick up kids on the ground the staircase light
And I stays harassed, scramblin for cash
on my ass young bucks is learnin fast
357's and
Bought inside corner stores, their fire the wars
Hospital floors by the law
Homicide questioning while the Jakes the door
My stay tense, loyalty puts strength in my team
Cause main concern is CREAM
Some niggaz in the jet black
Shot up the Chinese resteraunt, for this kid named
I he was dead but instead he missed a kid
and hit a twelve year old girl in the head and then
narcotic, task force, back off fast
Cause the boss is passin 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 actor but the
of a modern day opera, where the character
is presidential paper, the dominant,