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 drop new they relate to
All your close friends go and hate you
That's when the police wanna go and you
And all the pretty little 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 ever did was eat and beans
I those types of things
pants no designer jeans
That's I said "Fuck that! Man I rather dream!"

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

I'm sorry if I ya
I kept at the register
Cuz you never bought wrestlahs
It's like havin' 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 mama gave me that extra love

Christmas

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

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

Cold Christmas (Gunshots off and shit)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cold

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

My was gone
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 days (Growin' up in the ghetto and shit.)

Cold (Gunshots goin' off and shit.)

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

Christmas

It's to my little growin' up in watts

Hehehe.

Hell yea, growin' up in the projects

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

Oh yea