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 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 little kid
Wanted toys, my moms can't it
My love become more important

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

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

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

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

Christmas

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

Christmas (Gunshots goin' off and shit)

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

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

I never got even tho I got good grades
My little homie came through with new J's
I guess I gotta thank God a new day
If you didn't get shit, what would you

the truth
Mama me, I know she do
She been at and the rent is due
And she has no man, dependable
That type of shit acceptable
My mother still so
Besides the fact we got left
She still me respectable

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

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

Mama I'm sorry I you from jail
The feds put on hold so I got no
Got commissary, don't worry, imma 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 like you
Man you had no clue when I you I had a Cold Christmas (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.)

Christmas (Gunshots goin' off and shit.)

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

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 family and shit as much as we should...

Too to materialistic things and all that bullshit.

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

Oh yea