Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Christmas

I wish I could show you my photo album up...

One apartment,

was hard.

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

When you new songs they relate to
All close friends wanna go and hate you
when the police wanna go and raid you
And all the pretty little bitches wanna you

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

All I ever did was eat and beans
I appreciated those types of
Faded pants no jeans
That's when I said "Fuck that! Man I dream!"

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

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

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

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 Christmas (God damn the struggle in the 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 (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 clothes and new Nikes
He kept braggin', I smilin'
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 would you

the truth
Mama loves me, I she do
She been at work and the is due
And she has no man, that's
That type of shit ain't
My still so affectional
the fact we got left alone
She raised me respectable

She me to never go steal
Never be a thief, that'll get you
Gave me advice, gave me the chills
Never had but I had a hot meal

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

I'm sorry I called you from jail
The feds put on so I got no bail
Got commissary, even worry, imma make it by myself

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

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 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 had them days (Growin' up in the ghetto 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

Cold

to my little homies growin' up in watts

Hehehe.

Hell yea, growin' up in the projects

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

Too to materialistic things and all that bullshit.

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

Oh yea