Luyện nghe bài hát This Cold World

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

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In this cold world, no matter where I go the crowds are all the
(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 I've slept in
and stashboxes cash and glocks is kept in
Talk how I'm steppin', representin' the
Sex, money and - have it, got it and do it
Set it, it to get it
Southeast BX, the area
Black Lex GS tan leather
Moves in Atlanta, meetins' in
Cold blue under the green bandana
I copped raw yay on Broadway from
Hoop fully eqipped wit chips and
Not a shit? uh
I see through propaganda
Yo partner me yo' paper proper in Savanna
If a bitch..I gotta have her
Whateva! Ain't shit work unles we all work together.

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

2]
Yo, Yo I had dreams I pitched quarters wit portage
Drove miles Kin chow's, all in the Feds
Back before niggas wrap my and rings
I was teachin New York niggas how to slang things
check the credits, no mutes and no edits
These walkinletters 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 until it's all tangled
Speak when spoken 'cause I undertandthe langua

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3]
Yo, yeah, yo, yo Lord Tariq, Soundview ain't it, we of it
Round the world they respect my gangsta, gotta it
Laws made to be broken, I'm tall - I above it
Stashin keys in a sugar bowl, the cupboard
Rap nigga, billion dollar to Bronx, I'm of it
Step wide, if you steppin wrong - get you or smothered
- got through the jet, sun covered
- got beat walkers runnin out out the like faggots
- got sellin gats
- got gangstas sellin hoes and hash for grand
know math
- got G's break a scheme and plot
- got forever thugs - they 40 and on the block
- got niggas in they jetsuits - gun pop?
I not, you gotta blast to get what little we got
Got coke crack and crack to smack
No main roads, boondocks and back blocks in...

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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo, yeah, yo
Ya niggas feel froggy? leap, yeah, you hard wit the heat
But I'm to defeat, the Lord-to-the-Riq
Bow down, say a payer, to the concrete
Take you off on your feet, have you barf on the
even bother to speak
'cause Bronx here, game's
Lows the to get you high, beat ya sober
Tech flame spit wit more range than a
4.8 gats 'jay-hovas'
Ya