Luyện nghe bài hát This Cold World

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

2]
In this cold world, I struggle to and sometimes I would fall
(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 I pitched quarters wit rich portage
Drove miles Kin chow's, all in the files
Back before niggas my chains and rings
I was teachin New York niggas how to them things
check the credits, no mutes and no edits
These after the cheddar
blue, red and yellow, it can't get no
Fuck banners, bandanas all - star-spangled
From and gangstas, I covered all angles
Do a hit and a story until it's all tangled
Speak when spoken spoken 'cause I langua

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3]
Yo, yeah, yo, yo Lord Tariq, ain't bout it, we of it
Round the world they respect my gangsta, 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 wrong - get you stomped or smothered
- got undercovers through the jet, sun
- got beat walkers runnin out out the jets like
- 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 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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4]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo, yeah, yo
Ya niggas froggy? then leap, yeah, you hard wit the heat
But I'm hard to defeat, the
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
flame spit wit more range than a Rover
4.8 gats knockin
Ya