Luyện nghe bài hát This Cold World

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

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In this cold world, no matter where I go the 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 niggas would never understand the I'm reppin'
Hoes that I'm sexin', cribs that I've in
Cars and stashboxes and glocks is kept in
Talk how I'm steppin', the weapon
Sex, money and murder - it, got it and do it
Set it, it to get it
Southeast BX, the area
Lex GS tan leather interior
Moves in Atlanta, in Alabama
blue steel under the green bandana
I copped raw yay on Broadway from
Hoop fully eqipped wit chips and
Not a motherfuckin' uh
I see through propaganda
Yo partner told me yo' proper in Savanna
If life's a bitch..I gotta her
Whateva! Ain't 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 someone would lend a helpin hand, they choose to see me crawl

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Yo, Yo I had dreams I quarters wit rich portage
miles Kin chow's, all in the Feds files
Back niggas wrap my chains and rings
I was teachin New 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, bandanas all - star-spangled
From militants and gangstas, I covered all
Do a hit and twist a story it's all tangled
when spoken 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
made to be broken, I'm tall - I stand above it
Stashin in a sugar bowl, inside the cupboard
Rap nigga, dollar industry to Bronx, I'm of it
Step wide, if you steppin - get you stomped or smothered
- got undercovers through the jet, sun
- got beat walkers runnin out out the like faggots
- got niggas gats
- got gangstas sellin hoes and for twenty-foura grand
know math
- got newborn G's a scheme and plot
- got thugs - they 40 and still on the block
- got niggas in they - gun don't pop?
I think not, you gotta blast to get little we got
Got coke crack and crack to spots
No main roads, boondocks and back blocks in...

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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo, yeah, yo
Ya feel froggy? then leap, yeah, you hard wit the heat
But I'm to defeat, the Lord-to-the-Riq
Bow down, say a payer, knees to the
Take you off on your feet, have you on the street
Don't even to speak
'cause Bronx here, over
Lows the lazarus? to get you high, ya sober
Tech flame spit wit more range than a
4.8 knockin 'jay-hovas'
Ya