Luyện nghe bài hát This Cold World

(chinese drums and bells in a beat)
[older voice singing]

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

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Ya niggas would understand the calibur I'm reppin'
Hoes that I'm sexin', cribs I've slept in
Cars and cash and glocks is kept in
Talk how I'm steppin', the weapon
Sex, money and - have it, got it and do it
Set it, it to get it
Southeast BX, the Soundview
Black Lex GS tan leather
Moves in Atlanta, in Alabama
blue steel under the green bandana
I copped raw yay on Broadway bananas
Hoop fully eqipped wit and scanners
Not a shit? uh
I see through propaganda
Yo partner told me yo' paper in Savanna
If life's a bitch..I have her
Whateva! Ain't gonna work unles we all work together.

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

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Yo, Yo I had dreams I pitched quarters wit portage
miles Kin chow's, all in the Feds files
Back before niggas my chains and rings
I was teachin New York niggas how to slang things
Shit check the credits, no mutes and no
These after the cheddar
blue, red and yellow, it get no better
banners, bandanas all colors - star-spangled
From militants and gangstas, I all angles
Do a hit and twist a story it's all tangled
Speak when spoken spoken 'cause I undertandthe

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Yo, yeah, yo, yo Lord Tariq, Soundview bout it, we of it
Round the world respect my gangsta, gotta love it
Laws made to be broken, I'm tall - I above it
Stashin keys in a sugar bowl, inside the
Rap nigga, dollar industry to Bronx, I'm of it
Step wide, if you steppin wrong - get you or smothered
- got undercovers through the jet, sun
- got beat runnin out out the jets like faggots
- got niggas gats
- got gangstas hoes and hash for twenty-foura grand
know math
- got newborn G's a scheme and plot
- got forever - they 40 and still on the block
- got niggas in they jetsuits - gun pop?
I think not, you gotta blast to get little we got
Got coke crack and to smack spots
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
Take you off on your feet, you barf on the street
Don't even bother to
'cause here, game's over
Lows the lazarus? to get you high, ya sober
Tech flame spit wit more than a Rover
4.8 gats 'jay-hovas'
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