Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Christmas

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

One apartment,

was hard.

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

When you drop new they relate to
All your close wanna go and hate you
That's when the wanna go and raid 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 afford it
My love become more important

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

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

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

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

Christmas

Young boy I was like 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 (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...)

Cold (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 new Nikes
He kept braggin', I kept
I'm thinkin' "Homie shoes nice"

I never got shit even tho I got good
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 you say?

Besides the
Mama me, I know she do
She been at and the rent is due
And she has no man, that's
type of shit ain't acceptable
My still so affectional
the fact we got left alone
She still raised me

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

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

I'm sorry I called you from jail
The feds put on hold so I got no
Got commissary, don't 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

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 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 Christmas (Gunshots off and shit.)

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

Christmas

It's to my little growin' up in watts

Hehehe.

Hell yea, growin' up in the muthafuckin'

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

Too worried to things and all that bullshit.

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

Oh yea