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 relate to
All your friends wanna go and hate you
when the police wanna go and raid you
And all the pretty little bitches date you

I'm motivated, me no one did
seven, that little broke kid
Wanted toys, my moms afford it
My mama's love more important

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

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

I'm if I embarrassed ya
I kept at the register
Cuz you never bought wrestlahs
like havin' things that's not meant for us

Thank you God for bein 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 love

Christmas

Young boy I was like you
Man you had no clue when I 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 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 when I told you I had no

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

I never got shit even tho I got grades
My homie came through with some new J's
I guess I gotta God it's a new day
If you didn't get shit, would you say?

the truth
Mama me, I know she do
She been at and the rent is due
And she has no man, dependable
That of shit ain't acceptable
My mother still so
the fact 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 but I had a hot meal

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

Mama I'm sorry I called you jail
The feds put on hold so I got no
Got commissary, even worry, imma make it by myself

Just 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

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

My father was
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.)

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

It's to my homies growin' up in watts

Hehehe.

Hell yea, up in the muthafuckin' projects

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

Too worried to materialistic and all that bullshit.

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

Oh yea