Luyện nghe bài hát This Cold World

(chinese and bells combine in a beat)
[older starts 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 just a 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', that I've slept in
Cars and stashboxes cash and 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 Soundview
Black Lex GS tan leather
Moves in Atlanta, in Alabama
Cold blue steel under the bandana
I copped raw yay on from bananas
Hoop fully eqipped wit and scanners
Not a motherfuckin' uh
I see through propaganda
Yo partner me yo' paper proper in Savanna
If life's a bitch..I gotta her
Whateva! Ain't shit work unles we all work together.

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

2]
Yo, Yo I had dreams I pitched quarters wit portage
Drove Kin chow's, all in the Feds files
Back before wrap my chains and rings
I was teachin New niggas how to slang them things
Shit check the credits, no mutes and no
These walkinletters after the
blue, red and yellow, it can't get no
Fuck banners, bandanas all colors -
From militants and gangstas, I covered all
Do a hit and twist a story it's all tangled
Speak spoken spoken 'cause I undertandthe langua

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Yo, yeah, yo, yo Lord Tariq, Soundview ain't it, we of it
Round the world respect my gangsta, gotta love it
Laws made to be broken, I'm - I stand above it
Stashin keys in a 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 through the jet, sun
- got beat walkers runnin out out the like faggots
- got sellin gats
- got sellin hoes and hash for twenty-foura grand
know your
- got newborn G's a scheme and plot
- got forever thugs - they 40 and on the block
- got niggas in they - gun don't pop?
I think not, you gotta blast to get what we got
Got crack and crack to smack spots
No main roads, just boondocks and blocks in...

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4]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo, yeah, yo
Ya niggas feel froggy? then leap, yeah, you hard wit the
But I'm to defeat, the Lord-to-the-Riq
Bow down, say a payer, knees to the
Take you off on your feet, you barf on the street
even bother to speak
'cause Bronx here, over
Lows the lazarus? to get you high, beat ya
Tech flame spit wit more than a Rover
4.8 gats 'jay-hovas'
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