Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Feet

Yeah,
I rap better I'm mad clever
Oh my God! Hey

Mac
Yeah, they always want that fun shit when you tryna spit a something real
They start running, turning chicken like a meal
How the f-ck I feel? Kinda 100 mills
Spun the wheel, bought a vowel, I don't owe you still
F-ck a deal, I can do it with my own
Won before, seen, hearing all hoes scream
When I was 14, on my OE
Tryna money but that bitch kept getting cold feet
Music loud, it banging through the whole street
getting shit on: toilet bowl seat
No sleep, just work, got a couple horny in a see-through shirt
So believe my hype, can't read nor write

Still they talking shit man, I've seen type
Got problems, can't sleep at
Cause your girl want to come freak all night
I'm a sex drill when I'm rolling off them x
Five bikes, ten wheels, I'll leave your legs still
Say I don't do drugs, just
Well I'mma do drugs and speed down the
Do doughnuts, your sucks, you so butt
Your getting throat f-cked
I get high, I go up
Why you saying that a tramp?
come to all those shows just to meet your friends?
So much coke sniffed, f-cking hoes with bloody
a couple doses, f-ck the roses
Class better take good notes
You couldn't touch me with a Facebook poke
Bitch!