Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Hearted

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

My heart getting
Then the streets getting
They said I make it no way
I my heart getting colder, my heart getting cold
Told them I make it one day
Young knows

Dedicated, de-terminated and
When Diddy, Hova, and Baby talking I'm
I be in the jungle the Devil be whispering
Slugs flying by me I hear them, whistling, that was a close call
Stand up so I won't fall
My told me I would never go far
Seen him last week, he was my
I was like told
Mommy was a booster, was a shooter
So couldn't blame me when I went and copped a Ruger
at my homies, see the ghost of Freddy Krueger
Cause if he catch you sleeping going I got your medulla
? I'm a father and my son see a lot of
If I don't get he'll end up with a chopper
In a field out in do you feel me?
Told my momma I won't let these kill me
Getting high even ?
And I won't ever let bitches see the real me, do you feel me?
Times change like the did
Now I'm killing these the way that Kobe did

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

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

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