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
high off of determination, but I'm low on luck
cause we've been putting on for years, and people counting sheep on us
But its cool, I be that offspring that's dressed in clothing
With a mallet and a bell, just to await a awakening
Out here yellin Worlds Fair until the brand
Hailing from a place where every nigga wanna be
Plus this is too cold, so I keep my circle small
Puffing chronic with my dogs, chilly, but we down the city
And my borough, unstoppable like Tetsuo
Akira in the membrane get the money
And I'm broke and going insane, out my brain
Til it left on a to Connecticut for the weekend
Might extended until I'm diving in the deep end
Of a pool of euros, pounds, and yen, let's get this money, man

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

[Verse 2: Genesis]
For what it's worth, a nigga his way from the dirt
All the times I went berserk, all ideas that didn't
But we cherish we hurt, we finished dinner and dessert
For every that hurt for the piece that I deserve I'm on the search
Many a nigga thought that he would give in
Every dream I would witness with previous premonitions
I knew that I be this
It's never been a secret, took a genius to 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 know some died over pride, high
I know some niggas claim they ride, that's a lie
I know hatting 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 truth and everybody know the

[Verse 3: Earl
Looking for shit to up off this bucket list
a tug of war between my mother and my fucking friends
Fucking bucket, bumping in the summer
Trying to a fifth of Jack in case you wondering where the ruckus went
I kept in the of Oregano
Fronting I'm selling dope, stunting with my effort low
Let the records show these niggas why they neck is swole
It's OFM to the of us, pigs, try to hem us up
The best back guzzling seconds up
Using checks to fuck around in the Cressida
And I'm aggression
To any man who test us, an avid fan of the presence of vodka
This drink is like my first hearing Flocka
Hope is what the can't offer
ass, coughing, C-class method-acting young nigga
Dressing I'm geriatric, said it's very active
Strong arm, swearing I could tear a mattress
Track-slapping 'em as Tom and Jerry tactics
Why you started? I fire harder than rapper
Gassing fairies, dare I say that he carry matches?

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