Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Hearted

Yeah,
I had a role model
I was loading gold in my little Glock-40
A little shorty, heart colder December in the morning
And I think it was December when ? me
is jealous
Fuck can they us
With dreams they try sell us
Probably why I'm
To the fraud niggas, I niggas when I got paper
It's like more money I made got faker
And it's when your best friend turn into your top hater
Wanna roll up and smoke you top paper
Damn, what a feeling you and you're homie chilling and
You know he got thoughts of probably and killing you
Momma said don't ever, ever let belittle you
Instead wait for haters because they'll riddle you
Last was like a bad year
Even I touched more paper than a cashier
Small sucker, I ain't never really around
They say it levels to this shit, you niggas
floors for different bosses
Different tours on jets, my niggas saw
Different city with bitches and different whores
Sometimes I look in the mirror, Meek that shit cold
Look at your arm, check out your neck, at your charm
And to think my started off with cooking raw
When it was hard the coach me to get the ball
I step back for the three, watch it go swish and
And that was A1, they thinking how we get this
We was just down by three and they thought we took a
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, now?
Go ? all bust down, fuck

My heart cold
Then the getting colder
They said I make it no way
I think my heart colder, my heart getting cold
Told I would make it one day
lord knows

Dedicated, and disciplined
When Diddy, Hova, and Baby talking I'm
When I be in the jungle the Devil be
Slugs flying by me I them, they whistling, that was a close call
Stand up so I won't fall
My teacher told me I would go far
Seen him week, he was my chauffeur
I was like y'all
was a booster, daddy was a shooter
So they couldn't blame me I went and copped a Ruger
Looking at my homies, see the of Freddy Krueger
Cause if he catch you sleeping he's going I got medulla
? I'm a and my son don't see a lot of
If I get he'll probably end up with a chopper
In a field out in Philly do you me?
my momma I won't let these haters kill me
Getting high even ?
And I won't let these bitches see the real me, do you feel me?
Times like the Rollie did
Now I'm killing these the way that Kobe did

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

Uh,
And we started off as kids, stomach's our ribs
And them streets all night like we ain't have to live
I remember we ain't have nothing but live
Thirty thousand was the tab and you ain't have to give
I ain't trip, I ain't trip, I bottles, I ain't sip
I let niggas shine bright, you still act I ain't shit?
Let you have them little hoes, they was all on my
And you main wanted to fuck me nigga, I hit
chains, eight watches, can't fit on my wrist
When I speak about them things I never said my shit
I said it's ours nigga and when ready we're gonna ball nigga
Like Kobe Bryant, Meta and Gasol nigga
But i just what I saw nigga
It was envious, you looked and I remembered it
The reason that my heart's cold now on some shit
You used to thanks for giving on some November shit
Talking about the twenty-fifth, 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 eyes, I swear 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 nigga I've seen it

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