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 new songs they relate to
All your close wanna go and hate you
That's 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
Wanted toys, my moms can't it
My mama's love more important

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

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

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

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

Cold

boy I was just 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, 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 them days (Growin' up in the and shit...)

Christmas (Gunshots goin' off and shit)

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

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

I got shit even tho I got good grades
My little homie came through with new J's
I guess I 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 work and the is due
And she has no man, dependable
That type of shit ain't
My mother still so
Besides the fact we got left
She still raised me

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 happy with food
She made the food

Mama I'm sorry I called you 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 for me and say you love me, I'm sorry if I fail

Cold

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

My was gone
I felt so
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 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 have no clue when I told you I have no

Cold

It's to my homies growin' up in watts

Hehehe.

Hell yea, growin' up in the projects

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

Too worried to materialistic and all that bullshit.

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

Oh yea