Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Christmas

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

One apartment,

was hard.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cold

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

My father was
I felt so
Oh man, oh man, oh man, Cold Christmas (God damn the 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...)

Cold Christmas (Gunshots off and shit)

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

My best friend got a new
New clothes and new Nikes
He kept braggin', I kept
I'm thinkin' "Homie shoes nice"

I got shit even tho I got good grades
My little homie came through some new J's
I I gotta thank God it's a new day
If you didn't get shit, what you say?

Besides the
Mama loves me, I she do
She been at and the rent is due
And she has no man, that's
That type of shit acceptable
My mother still so
Besides the we got left alone
She still raised me

She taught me to go steal
be a thief, that'll get you killed
Gave me advice, that gave me the
had money but I had a hot meal

She picked me up from
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, even worry, imma make 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

Christmas

Young boy I was like 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 had them days (Growin' up in the ghetto and shit.)

Cold Christmas (Gunshots off and shit.)

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

Cold

to my little homies growin' up in watts

Hehehe.

Hell yea, growin' up in the muthafuckin'

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

Too worried to materialistic things and all bullshit.

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

Oh yea