Luyện nghe bài hát Cold World

I sit alone in the
Facing, chasing these wicked,
Got thoughts up in ma head of my daddy's s-semen
her in the bedroom,
9-1-1 'cause I'm not
Feelin like death is closer and I can't stop from secedein'
Do I run to the
Look at me, and the trigger.
Hooker said body found dead and
Well shit, another dead nigger.
My future, lookin weary, me
Maybe after that flex, wanna hustle
Never lay down a bit and
my life, in one night
Now I'm visions
Do or die based on
crystal sista, mssions
But I wanna be and fly away pigeons
I my family an all
But I don't know dog
I left another dog in the back yard
An he jab wit the left an he hit
(but I off)

(Chorus)
And that's why I low
'cause the world's gettin' too
We it off the "O"
'cause the world's full of
(picture this)
cold world.
They ask why I low
'cause the gettin too cold
We out the "O"
'cause the full of bitches
It is
cold world

Picture two worlds
civilization died
Catchin holes
You can still hear mamas crying
In every second is the laid tight
Niggas murdered and losin paper and they life
These days so bright now
This is a message to how shorties gotta pipe
I we wansta weather crime on the streets
We the sound of the heat
And every is takin ya six feet
I heard the cops you last week
You got shot to take the phone off the seat
in peace, I know it's better when your eyes sleep
God take us by the hands as we deep
No longer for the things that weaken the flesh
Did we believe and have faith it bothered us?
I understand that we all return to dust
And leave behind that our hands have touched
God, this is too much.

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I took a breather
a voice to the 1-9
Nigga tryin tear ma life
Get it back and to ma man
Seeing blood on the sleece and a black
Please god is it my
Hold on to what am I up for
Black the was
No was
Willing with the blew in
Below, with a slug to the
Open in with the tomb
Looking for the hospital
Feelin kinda dizzy the blood shed
around and heard a thug said
I gotta place we can at
Hop to da 99' get at all red
Come out before we all dead
To the row
Sippin
Better get to the ash row
that nine with the bullet-proof vest go
Hottie go
Pull a chromium free the vest go
Just a little on the
Never leaving till the go
And it's to know
Every dog on a day got a chance to
Got a chain for the best
I die my best slow
And even in my death
Lets a prayer for the world, the cold one
From the old to the one
to say that we are one
Father
world is cold.

(chorus)