Luyện nghe bài hát This Cold World

(chinese drums and combine in a beat)
voice starts singing]

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In this cold world, no where I go the crowds are all the same
(uh huh huh huh uh huh let em know)
To them I'm a pebble in the sand, a face...without a name

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Ya would never understand the calibur I'm reppin'
that I'm sexin', cribs that I've slept in
Cars and stashboxes cash and glocks is in
Talk how I'm steppin', the weapon
Sex, and murder - have it, got it and do it
Set it, it to get it
Southeast BX, the Soundview
Black Lex GS tan interior
Moves in Atlanta, meetins' in
Cold blue steel under the green
I copped raw yay on from bananas
Hoop fully wit chips and scanners
Not a shit? uh
I see through propaganda
Yo partner me yo' paper proper in Savanna
If life's a bitch..I gotta her
Whateva! shit gonna work unles we all work together.

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In this cold world, I struggle to survive and sometimes I fall
(uh huh huh huh uh huh let em know)
You think someone would lend a helpin hand, they choose to see me

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Yo, Yo I had dreams I quarters wit rich portage
Drove miles Kin chow's, all in the Feds
Back niggas wrap my chains and rings
I was New York niggas how to slang them things
check the credits, no mutes and no edits
These walkinletters the cheddar
blue, red and yellow, it get no better
Fuck banners, all colors - star-spangled
militants and gangstas, I covered all angles
Do a hit and twist a story until all tangled
Speak when spoken 'cause I undertandthe langua

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Yo, yeah, yo, yo Lord Tariq, ain't bout it, we of it
Round the world they respect my gangsta, love it
Laws to be broken, I'm tall - I stand above it
Stashin in a sugar bowl, inside the cupboard
Rap nigga, billion dollar to Bronx, I'm of it
Step wide, if you steppin wrong - get you stomped or
- got undercovers the jet, sun covered
- got walkers runnin out out the jets like faggots
- got niggas sellin
- got gangstas sellin hoes and hash for grand
know your
- got newborn G's break a scheme and
- got forever thugs - they 40 and still on the
- got niggas in they - gun don't pop?
I think not, you blast to get what little we got
Got coke crack and crack to smack
No main roads, just boondocks and back in...

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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo, yeah, yo
Ya niggas feel froggy? then leap, yeah, you wit the heat
But I'm hard to defeat, the
Bow down, say a payer, knees to the
you off on your feet, have you barf on the street
Don't bother to speak
Bronx here, game's over
Lows the lazarus? to get you high, beat ya
Tech spit wit more range than a Rover
4.8 knockin 'jay-hovas'
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