Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Christmas

I wish I could you my photo album growin' up...

One apartment,

was hard.

(Ohhh!! Go on the beat! Go on the beat!)

When you drop new songs they to
All your close friends go and hate you
That's when the police go and raid you
And all the little bitches wanna date you

I'm motivated, me no one did
seven, that little broke kid
Wanted toys, my moms can't it
My love become more important

All I did was eat rice and beans
I appreciated those of things
Faded pants no jeans
when I said "Fuck that! Man I rather dream!"

Maybe I don't be broke
I don't wanna keep sleepin' on the floor
Maybe I wanna be sad no more
From the things that I see week at the store

I'm sorry if I ya
I complainin' at the register
Cuz you never them wrestlahs
It's like havin' things not meant for us

Thank you God for next to us
I know some day you'll start us
I know, that's why you gave me confidence and mama me always that extra love

Christmas

Young boy I was just you
Man you had no clue when I told you I had a Cold (Christmas, Christmas)

My was gone
I so alone
Oh man, oh man, oh man, Cold (God damn the struggle in the ghetto and shit.)

me oh why (Tell me)
Tell me oh why (Just me)
me oh why (Why?.)
We never had them (Growin' up in the ghetto and shit...)

Christmas (Gunshots goin' off and shit)

Young boy I was just you, man you had no clue when I told you I had no Christmas

My friend got a new bike
New and some new Nikes
He braggin', I kept smilin'
I'm thinkin' "Homie them nice"

I never got shit even tho I got good
My little homie came with some new J's
I guess I thank God it's a new day
If you didn't get shit, what you say?

Besides the
loves me, I know she do
She been at and the rent is due
And she has no man, dependable
That type of shit ain't
My mother still so
Besides the fact we got left
She still me respectable

She taught me to never go
Never be a thief, get you killed
Gave me advice, that gave me the
Never had but I had a hot meal

She me up from schoo'
I was hungry, she made me happy Mexican food
She the greatest food

Mama I'm sorry I you from jail
The put on hold so I got no bail
Got commissary, don't worry, imma make it by myself

Just for me and say you love me and respond to my mail
Just pray for me and say you me, I'm sorry if I fail

Christmas

Young boy I was just you
Man you had no clue I told you I had a Cold Christmas (Christmas, Christmas)

My father was
I felt so
Oh man, oh man, oh man, Cold Christmas (God the struggle in the ghetto and shit.)

me oh why (Tell me)
Tell me oh why (Just me)
me oh why (Why?.)
We never had them days (Growin' up in the and shit.)

Cold (Gunshots goin' off and shit.)

Young boy I was just like you, man you have no clue when I told you I have no

Christmas

It's to my little growin' up in watts

Hehehe.

Hell yea, growin' up in the muthafuckin'

Was some we don't get to value family and shit as much as we should...

Too to materialistic things and all that bullshit.

There's thing you needa give a fuck about and that's family man

Oh yea