Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Feet

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

Mac
Yeah, they want that fun shit when you tryna spit a little something real
They start running, turning chicken a nugget meal
How the I feel? Kinda like 100 mills
the wheel, bought a vowel, I don't owe you nothin' still
F-ck a deal, I can do it with my own
Won before, seen, hearing all these scream
When I was 14, on my OE
Tryna marry money but that bitch kept cold feet
Music loud, it banging through the whole street
Beat shit on: toilet bowl seat
No sleep, work, got a couple horny girls 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 at night
Cause your girl want to come around all night
I'm a sex drill when I'm rolling off x pills
Five bikes, ten wheels, girl I'll your legs still
Say I do drugs, just weed
Well do drugs and speed down the street
Do doughnuts, your sucks, you so butt
Your girl's throat f-cked
I get high, I go up
Why you that he's a tramp?
They come to all those shows to meet your friends?
So much coke sniffed, f-cking with bloody noses
a couple doses, f-ck the roses
Class time: better good notes
You bitches touch me with a Facebook poke
Bitch!