Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Feet

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

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

Still they talking shit man, I've your type
Got problems, can't at night
Cause your girl want to come around freak all
I'm a sex drill I'm rolling off them x pills
Five bikes, ten wheels, girl I'll your legs still
Say I don't do drugs, weed
Well I'mma do drugs and speed down the
Do doughnuts, your flow sucks, you so
Your girl's getting f-cked
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, f-cking hoes with bloody
Just a doses, f-ck the roses
time: better take good notes
You bitches couldn't me with a Facebook poke
Bitch!