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 matter 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 would understand the calibur 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 murder - 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 steel under the bandana
I copped raw yay on Broadway bananas
Hoop fully eqipped wit chips and
Not a shit? uh
I see through propaganda
Yo partner told me yo' paper in Savanna
If life's a bitch..I have her
Whateva! Ain't shit gonna unles we all work together.

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In this 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 choose to see me

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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 niggas wrap my chains and
I was teachin New York niggas how to them things
Shit the credits, no mutes and no edits
These walkinletters after the
blue, red and yellow, it can't get no
Fuck banners, all colors - star-spangled
From and gangstas, I covered all angles
Do a hit and twist a story until it's all
Speak when spoken 'cause I undertandthe langua

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Yo, yeah, yo, yo Lord Tariq, Soundview bout it, we of it
Round the world they 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 through the jet, sun
- got beat walkers runnin out out the like faggots
- got sellin gats
- got gangstas sellin hoes and hash for twenty-foura
your math
- got newborn G's break a scheme and
- got forever thugs - they 40 and on the block
- got in they jetsuits - gun don't pop?
I think not, you gotta blast to get little we got
Got coke and crack to smack spots
No main roads, just boondocks and blocks in...

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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo, yeah, yo
Ya niggas feel then 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 on the street
even bother to speak
'cause here, game's over
Lows the lazarus? to get you high, ya sober
Tech flame spit wit range than a Rover
4.8 gats 'jay-hovas'
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