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 new songs they relate to
All your close friends go and hate you
That's when the police go and raid you
And all the little bitches wanna date you

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

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

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

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

Thank you God for 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

Cold

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

My father was
I felt so
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 them (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 I told you I had no Christmas

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

I never got shit even tho I got grades
My little homie through with some 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 me, I know she do
She been at work and the is due
And she has no man, that's
That type of ain't acceptable
My still so affectional
the fact we got left alone
She still me respectable

She taught me to 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 from
I was hungry, she made me happy with food
She the greatest food

Mama I'm sorry I called you from
The feds put on hold so I got no
Got commissary, even worry, imma make 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 told you I had a Christmas (Christmas, Christmas)

My was gone
I so alone
Oh man, oh man, oh man, Cold Christmas (God 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.)

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

Cold

It's to my little homies growin' up in

Hehehe.

yea, growin' up in the muthafuckin' projects

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

Too worried to materialistic things and all bullshit.

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

Oh yea