Luyện nghe bài hát Cold World

I had a bad
be afraid, bad dreams are only dreams
What a time you to be born in

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

It was the night before New Year's and all through the projects
Not a handgun was silent, not a Tec
Outside as I'm by enemies who put fear
Blasted on the spot before the pigs were
You know hoods, robbers, snipers new in sight, fuck and white
They escape before flash the fuckin' lights
Gunshots, shatter first window panes
Shells hit the ground and blood the dice game

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

And it sound ill like wars in Brownsville
Or fatal robberies in Red Hook feds look
For fugitives to shoot cops, niggaz layin' on tops
For his he stashed in a shoe box
But he was hot, and the strip was with young killers
You don't suspect, so cops creep like
And born thieves stay with extra bullets
Those who try to flee they hit the vertebrae, the murder rate
Similar to hit men who out Tecs and then
Drop those who like tacos from Mexican
Rapid, like recipients cashin' again
Back to the motherfuckin' spot on

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

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

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

and 44's
Bought inside corner stores, their fire sparks the
Hospital floors by the law
Homicide questioning the Jakes guard the door
My stay tense, loyalty puts strength in my team
'Cause niggaz main scream
Some niggaz in the jet black
Shot up the restaurant, for this kid named Lamont
I he was dead but instead 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 of streets causes beef
Havin' followers of Indians trying to Chief
You witness the saga, and drama
Life is a script, I'm not a actor but the
Of a modern day opera, where the character
Is presidential papers, the factor

But you so alarmed
As I on by

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

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

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

Babies crying, brothers and brothers getting knocked
is deep 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