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 wanna go and you
That's when the wanna go and raid you
And all the pretty little wanna date you

I'm motivated, me no one did
Apartment seven, little broke kid
toys, my moms can't afford it
My mama's love become important

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

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

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

you God for bein next to us
I know day you'll start blessin' 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 Christmas (Christmas, Christmas)

My father was
I so alone
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 days (Growin' up in the ghetto and shit...)

Christmas (Gunshots goin' off and shit)

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

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

I got shit even tho I got good grades
My homie came through with some new J's
I guess I gotta thank God a new day
If you get shit, what would you say?

the truth
Mama me, I know she do
She at work and the rent is due
And she has no man, that's
That type of ain't acceptable
My mother still so
Besides the we got left alone
She still raised me

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

She picked me up from
I was hungry, she made me happy with Mexican
She the greatest food

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

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

Cold

boy I was just like 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 (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 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 you I have no Christmas

Christmas

It's to my little homies growin' up in

Hehehe.

yea, growin' up in the muthafuckin' projects

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

Too worried to things and all that bullshit.

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

Oh yea