Для тренировок, МУЗЫКА ДЛЯ СПОРТА, HIP-HOP NEW, Олдскул Рэп Замерзший Район (Олдскул Рэп)

Winter in the city, breath turning into smoke
Ain't nothing funny, life is far from a joke
The wind howling through the alleys like a screaming ghost
We out here trying to survive, doing the absolute most
Hands frozen, huddled up by the burning barrel

Cold streets!
Surviving the freeze!
Cold streets!

The sirens wailing in the distance, a familiar tune
Underneath the cold light of the winter moon
You gotta have a heart of ice to make it out here
Where weakness is a scent and they feed on the fear
I zip up the parka, lace up the heavy boots

Cold streets!
Surviving the freeze!
Cold streets!

You see the desperation in the eyes of the youth
I'm just a reporter, delivering the ugly truth
No fairy tales, just the grit and the grime
Trying to elevate my people through the rhythm and rhyme!