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 they relate to
All your close 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
Apartment seven, that broke kid
Wanted toys, my can't afford it
My love become more important

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

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

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

Thank you God for next to us
I know some day you'll 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 you I had a Cold Christmas (Christmas, Christmas)

My father was
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 Christmas (Gunshots off and shit)

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

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

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

the truth
Mama loves me, I she do
She been at work and the is due
And she has no man, that's
That type of shit ain't
My still so affectional
Besides the fact we got left
She still me respectable

She taught me to go steal
Never be a thief, get you killed
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 food
She made the food

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

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

Cold

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, 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 them days (Growin' up in the and shit.)

Cold (Gunshots goin' off and shit.)

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

Cold

It's to my little growin' up in watts

Hehehe.

Hell yea, up in the muthafuckin' projects

Was some times we get to value family and shit as much as we should...

Too worried to things and all that bullshit.

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

Oh yea