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? like 100 mills
Spun the wheel, bought a vowel, I don't owe you nothin'
F-ck a deal, I can do it with my own
Won before, seen, all these hoes scream
I was 14, sippin on my OE
Tryna money but that bitch kept getting cold feet
Music loud, it banging through the whole street
Beat getting shit on: bowl seat
No sleep, just work, got a horny girls in a see-through shirt
So believe my hype, muthaf-ckas can't nor write

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