Luyện nghe bài hát Cold World

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

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

[Verse 2: Genesis]
For what it's worth, a nigga made his way from the
All the times I went berserk, all ideas didn't work
But we cherish when we hurt, we finished dinner and
For thought that hurt for the piece that I deserve I'm on the search
Many times a nigga thought that he give in
dream that I would witness with previous premonitions
I that I would be this
It's never been a secret, a genius to believe it
Our is to achieve it
I'm runnin overheated, but what I'm preachin
Never sleep and we catch you slippin and you in the deep end
I know some niggas over pride, high
I know some fake niggas claim ride, that's a lie
I know some hatting niggas when I rhyme, they despise
Wish I share these visions through eyes
High a fucking revolutionary
I'm droppin knowledge, and its only knowledge you should
Bitch, I'm in truth and everybody the truth

[Verse 3: Sweatshirt]
Looking for shit to scratch up off bucket list
a tug of war between my mother and my fucking friends
Fucking bucket, nothing in the summer
Trying to chug a of Jack in case you wondering where the ruckus went
I kept in the of Oregano
Fronting like I'm dope, stunting with my effort low
Let the records show these niggas why they bitches neck is
OFM to the death of us, pigs, try to hem us up
The best wrestler's 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 drink is like my time hearing Flocka
Hope is what the weed offer
Cheap ass, coughing, C-class method-acting young
Dressing like I'm geriatric, said it's active
Strong arm, steady swearing I could a mattress
Track-slapping 'em silly as Tom and Jerry
Why you started? I fire than every rapper
these fairies, dare I say that he carry matches?

[Verse 4: Hodgy
No and ??? I know who I am
Responsibility enables me to move through with agility