Luyện nghe bài hát This Cold World

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

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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 would never understand the calibur I'm reppin'
Hoes that I'm sexin', that I've slept in
Cars and cash and glocks is kept in
Talk how I'm steppin', representin' the
Sex, and murder - 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 steel under the green bandana
I raw yay on Broadway from bananas
Hoop fully wit chips and scanners
Not a shit? 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 to survive and sometimes I would fall
(uh huh huh huh uh huh let em know)
You think someone lend a helpin hand, they choose to see me crawl

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Yo, Yo I had dreams I pitched quarters wit rich
Drove miles Kin chow's, all in the files
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
Fuck banners, bandanas all - star-spangled
militants and gangstas, I covered all angles
Do a hit and twist a story it's all tangled
Speak when 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 respect my gangsta, gotta love it
Laws to be broken, I'm tall - 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 wrong - get you stomped or smothered
- got undercovers through the jet, sun
- got beat runnin out out the jets like faggots
- got niggas gats
- got gangstas sellin and hash for twenty-foura grand
know your
- got newborn G's break a scheme and
- got thugs - they 40 and still on the block
- got niggas in they jetsuits - gun don't
I not, you gotta blast to get what little we got
Got coke crack and crack to smack
No main roads, just boondocks and 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, you barf on the street
Don't bother to speak
Bronx here, game's over
Lows the to get you high, beat ya sober
Tech flame spit wit more range a Rover
4.8 gats knockin
Ya