Luyện nghe bài hát Cold World

Drop this

Over it get cold
You better thermo
the hoodie
That's under the
of gloves
Two pair of
Sweat pants your jeans
Know what I
Neck scarf over my face
the hood ear muffs I'm a lace
Any one of you you in the bubble boosts
None of that tight that's too uncomfortable
I can't timbs, maybe chuckers
So I can kick your mouth and end the
It sounds but not reckless
Now that nigga he for my necklace
So I him a piece of the business
When I caught him in the face with the
run from my troops
Better play when I shoot
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 numb the pain we addicts,
Of this world...

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

I hold 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...