Luyện nghe bài hát This Cold World

(chinese drums and combine in a beat)
[older starts 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 them I'm just a pebble in the sand, a face...without a

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Ya niggas would never the calibur I'm reppin'
that I'm sexin', cribs that I've slept in
Cars and stashboxes cash and glocks is in
Talk how I'm steppin', 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 leather
in Atlanta, meetins' in Alabama
Cold blue under the green bandana
I copped raw yay on Broadway bananas
fully eqipped wit chips and scanners
Not a motherfuckin' uh
I see through propaganda
Yo told me yo' paper 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 struggle to survive and sometimes I would
(uh huh huh huh uh huh let em know)
You think someone would a helpin hand, they choose to see me crawl

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Yo, Yo I had I pitched quarters wit rich portage
Drove miles Kin chow's, all in the Feds
before niggas wrap my chains and rings
I was teachin New York niggas how to slang them
Shit check the credits, no and no edits
walkinletters after the cheddar
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 spoken I undertandthe langua

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Yo, yeah, yo, yo Tariq, Soundview ain't bout it, we of it
the world they respect my gangsta, gotta love it
Laws made to be broken, I'm - I stand above it
Stashin keys in a sugar bowl, the cupboard
Rap nigga, billion industry 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 niggas sellin
- got gangstas hoes and hash for twenty-foura grand
your math
- got G's break a scheme and plot
- got forever - they 40 and still on the block
- got niggas in they jetsuits - gun pop?
I think not, you blast to get what little we got
Got coke crack and crack to spots
No roads, just boondocks 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 hard to defeat, the
Bow down, say a payer, knees to the
Take you off on feet, have you barf on the street
Don't bother to speak
'cause Bronx here, game's
Lows the lazarus? to get you high, ya sober
flame spit wit more range than a Rover
4.8 gats 'jay-hovas'
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