Luyện nghe bài hát Cold World

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

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

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

[Verse 3: Sweatshirt]
Looking for shit to scratch up off this bucket
Found a tug of war between my mother and my friends
bucket, bumping nothing in the summer
Trying to chug a fifth of Jack in case you wondering the ruckus went
I kept in the baggie of
like I'm selling dope, stunting with my effort low
Let the records show these why they bitches neck is swole
It's OFM to the of us, pigs, try to hem us up
The best wrestler's back guzzling up
Using label checks to around in the Cressida
And I'm aggression
To any man who would test us, an avid fan of the presence of
This drink is my first time hearing Flocka
Hope is what the weed can't
Cheap ass, coughing, method-acting young nigga
Dressing like I'm geriatric, said it's very
arm, steady swearing I could tear a mattress
Track-slapping 'em silly as Tom and Jerry
Why you started? I fire harder than every
Gassing these fairies, dare I say that he matches?

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