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 songs they to
All your close friends go and hate you
when the police 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 can't it
My love become more important

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

I don't wanna be broke
Maybe I don't keep sleepin' on the floor
Maybe I don't be sad no more
the things 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' things 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 and mama 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 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 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 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 smilin'
I'm thinkin' "Homie them nice"

I never got even tho I got good grades
My homie came through with some new J's
I guess I thank God it's a new day
If you get shit, what would you say?

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

She taught me to go steal
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 the greatest food

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

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

Cold

boy I was just like you
Man you had no clue when I 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 them (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 homies up in watts

Hehehe.

Hell yea, up in the muthafuckin' projects

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

Too worried to materialistic and all that bullshit.

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

Oh yea