Luyện nghe bài hát This Cold World

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

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In this 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 would never understand the calibur I'm reppin'
Hoes that I'm sexin', cribs that slept in
Cars and stashboxes and glocks is kept in
how I'm steppin', representin' the weapon
Sex, money and - have it, got it and do it
Set it, it to get it
Southeast BX, the Soundview
Lex GS tan leather interior
Moves in Atlanta, meetins' in
Cold blue under the green bandana
I raw yay on Broadway from bananas
Hoop fully eqipped wit chips and
Not a motherfuckin' uh
I see through propaganda
Yo partner told me yo' paper in Savanna
If life's a bitch..I gotta her
Whateva! Ain't shit gonna unles we all work together.

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In this cold world, I struggle to survive and sometimes I would
(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 wit rich portage
miles Kin chow's, all in the Feds files
Back niggas wrap my chains and rings
I was teachin New York niggas how to them things
Shit check the credits, no and no edits
These walkinletters after the
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 it's all tangled
Speak when spoken spoken 'cause I langua

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3]
Yo, yeah, yo, yo Tariq, Soundview ain't bout it, we of it
the world they respect my gangsta, gotta love it
Laws to be broken, I'm tall - I stand 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 stomped or
- got undercovers the jet, sun covered
- got beat walkers runnin out out the jets faggots
- got niggas sellin
- got gangstas sellin hoes and hash for grand
know your
- got newborn G's a scheme and plot
- got forever - they 40 and still on the block
- got niggas in they - gun don't pop?
I think not, you gotta to get what little we got
Got coke crack and to smack spots
No main roads, boondocks and back 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
you off on your feet, have you barf on the street
Don't bother to speak
'cause here, game's over
the lazarus? to get you high, beat ya sober
Tech flame spit wit more than a Rover
4.8 gats 'jay-hovas'
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