Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Feet

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

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

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