Luyện nghe bài hát Cold World

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

crying, brothers dying and brothers getting knocked
Shit is on the block
And you got me locked down in this cold, cold

It was the before New Year's and all through the fuckin' projects
Not a was silent, not even a Tec
Outside as I'm stuck by enemies who put
Blasted on the spot the pigs were dead
You know hoods, robbers, new in sight, fuck blue and white
They escape before them the fuckin' lights
Gunshots, first floor window panes
hit the ground and blood stained the dice game

Whether callisthetic, any style you set it
niggaz toothless, physically cut up like gooses
But with iron on the sides thugs no excuses
Therefore, your fifty-two was useless
Links was snatched off necks, on throats
Jackets took, after bullet through coats
Against those who felt the cold the steel made 'em fold
And squeal, the metal hit the temple of his grill
worker, who was caught for his bomber
No time to swing the hammer that was from his Farmer's
And it's bugged how niggaz catch slugs
And dug from everything except check stubs

And it does sound ill wars in Brownsville
Or robberies in Red Hook where feds look
For fugitives to shoot cops, layin' on roof tops
For his cream he stashed in a box
But he was hot, and the strip was filled with young
You suspect, so cops creep like caterpillars
And born thieves hooded with extra bullets
Those who try to flee they hit the vertebrae, increase the murder
Similar to hit men who pull out Tecs and
Drop those who crack like tacos from
Rapid, recipients cashin' checks again
Back to the motherfuckin' spot on

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

We be runnin' the cops, bustin' off shots
Shit is deep on the
And you got me locked down in cold, cold world, yo

No time to freeze, undercovers ease up in Prixs
And seize and pocket the currency
Clicks control full clips are sprayed
Yellow tape, barricades, sidewalks, bodies lay
Madness strikes at twelve o'clock,
Stick up kids on the ground, broke the staircase
And I harassed, scramblin' for petty cash
Jakes on my ass young bucks is fast

357's and
Bought inside corner stores, their sparks the wars
Hospital floors by the law
Homicide questioning while the Jakes guard the
My hood stay tense, puts strength in my team
niggaz main concerns scream
Some niggaz in the jet Gallant
Shot up the Chinese restaurant, for this kid Lamont
I he was dead but instead he missed a kid
And hit a twelve old girl in the head and then fled

Tactical narcotic, force, back off fast
'Cause the crime boss is off cash
Extortions for portions of streets beef
followers of Indians trying to play Chief
You the saga, casualties and drama
is a script, I'm not a actor but the author
Of a modern day opera, where the main
Is presidential papers, the dominant

But you so alarmed
As I on by

Babies crying, brothers and brothers getting knocked
is deep on the block
And you got me locked in this cold, cold world

We be runnin' the cops, bustin' off shots
Shit is on the block
And you got me locked down in this cold, world

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

crying, brothers dying and brothers getting knocked
Shit is on the block
And you got me locked in this cold, cold world

We be runnin' from the cops, off shots
Shit is deep on the
And you got me locked in this cold, cold world