Luyện nghe bài hát This Cold World

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

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In this cold world, no where I go the crowds are all the same
(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 never understand the calibur I'm reppin'
Hoes I'm sexin', cribs that I've slept in
Cars and cash and glocks is kept in
Talk how I'm steppin', the weapon
Sex, and murder - have it, got it and do it
Set it, it to get it
Southeast BX, the Soundview
Black Lex GS tan leather
in Atlanta, meetins' in Alabama
Cold steel under the green bandana
I copped raw yay on Broadway from
fully eqipped wit chips and scanners
Not a motherfuckin' uh
I see through yuor
Yo told me yo' paper proper in Savanna
If life's a bitch..I have her
Whateva! Ain't shit gonna work unles we all together.

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In this cold world, I struggle to 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

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Yo, Yo I had dreams I pitched quarters wit rich
Drove Kin chow's, all in the Feds files
Back before wrap my chains and rings
I was teachin New York niggas how to slang things
Shit check the credits, no mutes and no
These walkinletters the cheddar
blue, red and yellow, it can't get no
Fuck banners, bandanas all - star-spangled
From militants and gangstas, I all angles
Do a hit and twist a story until it's all
Speak when spoken spoken 'cause I langua

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Yo, yeah, yo, yo Lord Tariq, ain't bout it, we of it
Round the they respect my gangsta, gotta love it
Laws made to be broken, I'm - I stand 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 the jet, sun covered
- got beat walkers runnin out out the like faggots
- got niggas sellin
- got gangstas sellin hoes and hash for grand
know math
- got newborn G's break a scheme and
- got forever thugs - they 40 and still on the
- got niggas in they jetsuits - gun don't
I think not, you blast to get what little we got
Got coke crack and crack to spots
No main roads, just and back blocks in...

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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo, yeah, yo
Ya niggas 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
you off on your feet, have you barf on the street
Don't even to speak
Bronx here, game's over
Lows the lazarus? to get you high, ya sober
Tech flame spit wit more range a Rover
4.8 knockin 'jay-hovas'
Ya