Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Hearted

Yeah,
I never had a model
I was gold hollows in my little Glock-40
A little shorty, heart than December in the morning
And I think it was when they ? me
is jealous
Fuck can they us
With them dreams they try us
Probably why I'm
To the fraud niggas, I lost when I got paper
It's like more money I they got faker
And it's crazy when your best friend into your top hater
roll up and smoke you like top paper
Damn, what a feeling when you and you're chilling and
You he got thoughts of probably robbing and killing you
Momma said ever, ever let them belittle you
Instead wait for them haters because riddle you
Last year was a bad year
Even though I touched more paper than a
Small sucker, I ain't never really squares
say it levels to this shit, you niggas downstairs
Different floors for bosses
Different tours on jets, my niggas saw
Different with different bitches and different whores
Sometimes I look in the mirror, Meek that shit cold
Look at your arm, check out your neck, look at your
And to think my niggas started off cooking raw
When it was hard the told me to get the ball
I step for the three, watch it go swish and fall
And that was A1, thinking how we get this far?
We was just by three and they thought we took a loss
They couldn't deem me Earl Boykins, I'm sticking soft
Tried to pick me off like ? but I'm Moss
And I ran it all for the touchdown, now?
Go ? all down, fuck clowns

My heart cold
Then the streets getting
said I would't make it no way
I think my heart getting colder, my heart getting
them I would make it one day
Young knows

Dedicated, de-terminated and
When Diddy, Hova, and talking I'm listening
I be in the jungle the Devil be whispering
Slugs by me I hear them, they whistling, that was a close call
Stand up so I won't fall
My teacher told me I would go far
him last week, he was my chauffeur
I was like y'all
Mommy was a booster, was a shooter
So they couldn't blame me I went and copped a Ruger
Looking at my homies, see the ghost of Krueger
Cause if he catch you he's going I got your medulla
? I'm a father and my son see a lot of
If I get he'll probably end up with a chopper
In a field out in Philly do you me?
Told my momma I won't let these haters me
Getting even though ?
And I won't ever let these bitches see the real me, do you me?
Times change like the did
Now I'm killing these niggas the way Kobe did

Ayo
It gets fucked up your own family start calling you up
Shit, the root of all evil
start telling you "you acting different nigga"
You're goddamn right I'm different
all this motherfucking money
But then when it comes from brother, your sister, your mother, your father
That hurts you to the core man
When they start acting something that you ain't never motherfucking seen you done grew up motherfucker
They gave birth to you, what I'm saying?
You got raised, you done played in the park them
This money thing, this shit fuck you up man
You got to what you ask for
You sure you this son?
You sure you this money?
You you want this fame?
You sure you want this
Shit have your own mama talking to you like you shit
everybody want it, everybody need it, money motherfuckers
Get money don't stop but I ain't mad at
Shit, but shit even bosses got you know?
mama, dear papa, family, we're all we got
Don't let money bring us down
Shit, everybody eats B, everybody eats, everybody eats go

Uh,
And we started off as kids, stomach's touching our
And them streets all night like we ain't have to live
I remember somedays we ain't have nothing but
Thirty thousand was the tab and you ain't nothing to give
I ain't trip, I ain't trip, I bottles, I ain't sip
I let niggas bright, you still act like I ain't shit?
Let you have little hoes, they was all on my dick
And you wanted to fuck me nigga, I ain't hit
Twenty chains, eight watches, can't fit on my
When I speak about things I never said it's my shit
I said it's ours nigga and when you're we're gonna ball nigga
Like Kobe Bryant, Meta Peace and Gasol
But i know just what I saw
It was envious, you sideways and I remembered it
The that my heart's cold now on some December shit
You used to give thanks for giving on some shit
about the twenty-fifth, matter of fact the twenty-sixth
Maybe it's the twenty-eighth, fuck it though my money's
And as Pop is probably smiling
Imma be on airplane mode flier than a
seen it, I've seen it
Jealousy in your eyes, I swear that look was
And I was surprised man I want to believe it
You said you would ride but shit I know you mean it
But yeah I've seen it

My heart cold
Then the getting colder
They said I would't it no way
I my heart getting colder, my heart getting cold
Told them I make it one day
Young lord