Luyện nghe bài hát Cold World

[Verse 1: Banks]
Swerving in the hoopty, but a nigga not
I'm high off of life, with a of skunk
Maybe high off of determination, but I'm low on
cause we've been putting on for years, and still counting sheep on us
But its cool, I be that that's dressed in wolf clothing
a mallet and a bell, just to await a rude awakening
Out here yellin Worlds until the name brand
from a place where every 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 unstoppable Tetsuo
Akira in the membrane Queens get the
And I'm broke and going insane, stressed out my
Til it left on a to Connecticut for the weekend
Might extended stay I'm diving in the deep end
Of a pool full of euros, pounds, and yen, let's get money, man

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

2: Domo Genesis]
For it's worth, a nigga made his way from the dirt
All the times I berserk, all ideas that didn't work
But we cherish when we hurt, we dinner and dessert
For every thought that hurt for the piece I deserve I'm on the search
Many times a nigga that he would give in
Every dream that I would witness previous premonitions
I knew that I be this
It's never been a secret, a genius 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 you in the deep end
I know some niggas died pride, high
I know some fake niggas claim they ride, a lie
I know some hatting niggas that when I rhyme, despise
Wish I share these visions through eyes
High like a revolutionary
I'm droppin knowledge, and its only you should carry
Bitch, I'm in truth and know the truth

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

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