Luyện nghe bài hát Cold World

Drop shit

Over it get cold
You better thermo
the hoodie
That's under the
of gloves
Two pair of
Sweat pants under your
Know what I
scarf tied over my face
Those the ear muffs I'm a lace
Any one of you you in the bubble boosts
None of that tight shit too uncomfortable
I can't feel timbs, chuckers
So I can kick mouth and end the discussion
It sounds but not reckless
Now nigga he reached for my necklace
So I gave him a of the business
When I him in the face with the boots
run from my troops
Better play dead when I
If he get far cause...

I gotta it down, I gotta squeeze
I go out to get cheese,
In this world...

Out here nigger's die, to get rich,
To numb the we become addicts,
Of this world...

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

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

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