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 close friends wanna go and hate you
That's the police wanna go and raid you
And all the pretty little wanna date you

I'm motivated, me no one did
Apartment seven, that broke kid
Wanted toys, my moms afford it
My mama's love become important

All I did was eat rice and beans
I those types of things
Faded no designer jeans
That's when I "Fuck that! Man I rather dream!"

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

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

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

Cold

Young boy I was like you
Man you had no clue when I you I had a Cold Christmas (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 days (Growin' up in the and shit...)

Cold Christmas (Gunshots off and shit)

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

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

I never got shit 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 didn't get shit, what you say?

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

She taught me to go steal
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 schoo'
I was hungry, she made me happy Mexican food
She made the greatest

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

pray 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

Cold

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

My father was
I so alone
Oh man, oh man, oh man, Christmas (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 days (Growin' up in the ghetto and shit.)

Cold Christmas (Gunshots 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 growin' up in watts

Hehehe.

Hell yea, growin' up in the muthafuckin'

Was some times we get to value family and shit as much as we should...

Too worried to materialistic and all that bullshit.

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

Oh yea