Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Hearted

Yeah,
I had a role model
I was loading gold hollows in my little
A little shorty, heart than December in the morning
And I it was December when they ? me
is jealous
Fuck can they us
them dreams they try sell us
Probably why I'm
To the fraud niggas, I niggas when I got paper
It's like more I made they got faker
And it's when your best friend turn into your top hater
roll up and smoke you like top paper
Damn, what a feeling when you and you're homie and
You he got thoughts of probably robbing and killing you
said don't ever, ever let them belittle you
Instead wait for them haters because they'll you
Last year was a bad year
though I touched more paper than a cashier
Small sucker, I ain't never really squares
They say it levels to this shit, you downstairs
Different floors for bosses
Different tours on different jets, my saw
Different city with bitches and different whores
Sometimes I look in the mirror, Milly that shit cold
Look at your arm, check out your neck, at your charm
And to think my niggas started off with raw
When it was the coach told me to get the ball
I step back for the three, it go swish and fall
And that was A1, thinking how we get this far?
We was just down by 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 Randy
And I ran it all for the touchdown, now?
Go ? all bust down, clowns

My heart getting
Then the streets getting
They said I 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
Diddy, Hova, and Baby talking I'm listening
When I be in the jungle the Devil be
Slugs flying by me I hear them, they whistling, was a close call
up nigga so I won't fall
My teacher me I would never go far
Seen him last week, he was my
I was told y'all
Mommy was a booster, daddy was a
So they blame me when I went and copped a Ruger
Looking at my homies, see the 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 probably end up with a
In a field out in do you feel me?
Told my momma I won't let haters kill me
Getting high even ?
And I won't ever let these bitches see the real me, do you me?
change like the Rollie did
Now I'm killing niggas the way that Kobe did

Ayo
It gets up when your own family start calling you up
Shit, money's the root of all
start telling you "you acting different nigga"
You're right I'm acting different
With all motherfucking money
But then it comes from your brother, your sister, your mother, your father
That hurts you to the core man
When they start acting like something that you never motherfucking seen you done grew up motherfucker
They gave to you, know what I'm saying?
You got raised, you played in the park with them
This thing, this shit will fuck you up man
You got to watch you ask for
You you want this son?
You sure you this money?
You sure you this fame?
You sure you this power?
Shit have your own mama talking to you like you shit
Yeah everybody want it, everybody need it, motherfuckers
Get money stop but I ain't mad at them
Shit, but shit even got feelings 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 our ribs
And them streets all night like we ain't have nowhere to
I remember somedays we ain't nothing but live
Thirty thousand was the tab and you have nothing to give
I trip, I ain't trip, I pour bottles, I ain't sip
I let niggas shine bright, you act like I ain't shit?
Let you have them hoes, they was all on my dick
And you wanted to fuck me nigga, I ain't hit
chains, eight watches, can't fit on my wrist
When I speak about things I never said it's my shit
I said ours nigga and when you're ready we're gonna ball nigga
Like Kobe Bryant, Meta Peace and nigga
But i just what I saw nigga
It was envious, you sideways and I remembered it
The reason that my heart's cold now on some shit
You used to give thanks for giving on some shit
Talking about the twenty-fifth, matter of fact the
Maybe it's the twenty-eighth, it though my money's straight
And as long Pop is smiling
Imma be on mode flier than a pilot
seen 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 said you would but shit I know you ain't mean it
But yeah I've seen it

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