Luyện nghe bài hát This Cold World

(chinese drums and combine in a beat)
[older voice 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 pebble in the sand, a face...without a

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Ya niggas would never understand the I'm reppin'
Hoes that I'm sexin', that I've slept in
Cars and stashboxes cash and glocks is in
Talk how I'm steppin', the weapon
Sex, money and - have it, got it and do it
Set it, it to get it
Southeast BX, the Soundview
Black Lex GS tan leather
Moves in Atlanta, in Alabama
Cold blue steel under the green
I copped raw yay on Broadway from
Hoop fully eqipped wit chips and
Not a shit? uh
I see through yuor
Yo partner me yo' paper proper in Savanna
If life's a bitch..I gotta her
Whateva! shit gonna work unles we all work together.

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In this cold world, I struggle to survive and I would fall
(uh huh huh huh uh huh let em know)
You someone would lend a helpin hand, they choose to see me crawl

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Yo, Yo I had dreams I pitched quarters wit portage
Drove miles Kin chow's, all in the Feds
Back before niggas wrap my chains and
I was teachin New York niggas how to them things
check the credits, no mutes and no edits
These walkinletters after the
blue, red and yellow, it get no better
Fuck banners, bandanas all - star-spangled
From militants and gangstas, I covered all
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
the world they respect my gangsta, gotta love it
Laws made to be broken, I'm tall - I above it
Stashin keys in a sugar bowl, the cupboard
Rap nigga, dollar industry to Bronx, I'm of it
Step wide, if you steppin - get you stomped or smothered
- got undercovers the jet, sun covered
- got beat walkers out out the jets like faggots
- got sellin gats
- got sellin hoes and hash for twenty-foura grand
know math
- got G's break a scheme and plot
- got forever thugs - 40 and still on the block
- got in they jetsuits - gun don't pop?
I think not, you gotta blast to get what we got
Got coke crack and crack to smack
No roads, just boondocks and back blocks in...

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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo, yeah, yo
Ya niggas feel froggy? then leap, yeah, you wit the heat
But I'm to defeat, the Lord-to-the-Riq
Bow down, say a payer, knees to the
Take you off on feet, have you barf on the street
Don't even bother to
'cause Bronx here, game's
Lows the lazarus? to get you high, beat ya
Tech flame spit wit range than a Rover
4.8 gats 'jay-hovas'
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