Luyện nghe bài hát Cold World

Drop shit

Over it get cold
You better have
the hoodie
That's the snorkel
Pair of
Two pair of
pants under your jeans
Know what I
Neck scarf tied my face
Those the hood ear I'm a lace
Any one of you you in the bubble boosts
of that tight shit that's too uncomfortable
I can't timbs, maybe chuckers
So I can your mouth and end the discussion
It sounds but not reckless
Now that nigga he reached for my
So I gave him a piece of the
When I him in the face with the boots
Better run from my
Better play dead when I
If he get far cause...

I gotta hold it down, I gotta
I go out to get cheese,
In cold world...

Out nigger's die, trying to get rich,
To the pain we become addicts,
Of cold world...

Yo listen, yo listen..
Over here Jack Frost, he run shit
Soon as you outside he punch you in the chest
I let go of the uzi and put it on my
That'll keep me 'til I get on the train
it's cold as a bitch, on the subway platform, waiting for the J
Real late, probably like 3 in the morning, sipping on a pint of Hennessy
On my way to Brooklyn, from the cribbo,
Check my nigger and black Nizzo,
They told me little got killed,
They shot him in his stomach for his grill,
(Ohh real, shit!)
They said I know the place they took the ice out,
And put in a new set of fronts, wow
you wanna stay in the house,
Cause it's as hell, and these streets are foul

I gotta hold it down, I gotta
I go out to get cheese,
In cold world...

Out here die, trying to get rich,
To the pain we become addicts,
Of this world...