Luyện nghe bài hát Cold World

[Verse 1: Banks]
Swerving in the hoopty, but a not drunk
I'm off of life, with a pinch of skunk
high off of determination, but I'm low on luck
cause we've been putting on for years, and people still sheep on us
But its cool, I be offspring that's dressed in wolf clothing
With a mallet and a bell, just to await a rude
Out here yellin Worlds Fair until the name
Hailing from a place where nigga wanna be king
Plus this world is too cold, so I keep my circle
Puffing with my dogs, chilly, but we hold down the city
And my borough, feelin like Tetsuo
in the membrane Queens get the money
And I'm broke and going insane, stressed out my
Til it left on a train to for the weekend
Might stay until I'm diving in the deep end
Of a pool full of euros, pounds, and yen, get this money, man

[Hook: Genesis]
L said it's cold in this world, sometimes hard for me to crack a smile
That real is going out of style
These young niggas out here acting buck
We just need real shit right now
L said it's cold in this world, it's hard for me to crack a smile
real shit is going out of style
These young niggas out here acting buck
They need that real shit right now

[Verse 2: Domo
For what worth, a nigga made his way from the dirt
All the times I went berserk, all ideas that didn't
But we cherish when we hurt, we finished and dessert
For every thought hurt for the piece that I deserve I'm on the search
Many times a nigga that he would give in
Every dream that I would witness with premonitions
I knew that I be this
It's never been a secret, took a to believe it
Our elite is to it
I'm overheated, but practice what I'm preachin
Never sleep and we catch you slippin and throw you in the end
I some niggas died over pride, high
I know some fake claim they ride, that's a lie
I know some hatting niggas that when I rhyme, despise
Wish I could share these visions through
like a fucking revolutionary
I'm droppin knowledge, and its knowledge you should carry
Bitch, I'm in truth and everybody the truth

[Verse 3: Earl
Looking for shit to scratch up off this list
Found a tug of war between my mother and my fucking
Fucking bucket, bumping in the summer
Trying to chug a fifth of in case you wondering where the ruckus went
I in the baggie of Oregano
Fronting like I'm selling dope, stunting my effort low
Let the records show these niggas why bitches neck is swole
OFM to the death of us, pigs, try to hem us up
The wrestler's back guzzling seconds up
Using label checks to fuck in the Cressida
And I'm advocating
To any man who would test us, an fan of the presence of vodka
This is like my first time hearing Flocka
Hope is what the weed can't
Cheap ass, coughing, C-class method-acting young
like I'm geriatric, said it's very active
Strong arm, steady swearing I could a mattress
Track-slapping 'em as Tom and Jerry tactics
Why you started? I fire harder every rapper
Gassing these fairies, dare I say that he carry

[Verse 4: Beats]
No confusion and ??? I who I am
Responsibility enables me to through life with agility