Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Hearted

Yeah,
I had a role model
I was loading gold hollows in my Glock-40
A little shorty, heart than December in the morning
And I it was December when they ? me
Nigga's is
can they tell us
With them dreams try sell us
Probably why I'm
To the fraud niggas, I lost niggas when I got
It's like more money I made got faker
And it's crazy when your best friend turn into your top
Wanna up and smoke you like top paper
Damn, what a feeling when you and you're chilling and
You know he got thoughts of robbing and killing you
said don't ever, ever let them belittle you
Instead wait for them because they'll riddle you
Last was like a bad year
Even though I touched more paper than a
Small sucker, I ain't never really around
They say it to this shit, you niggas downstairs
Different floors for different
tours on different jets, my niggas saw
Different city with bitches and different whores
Sometimes I look in the mirror, Meek Milly shit cold
Look at arm, check out your neck, look at your charm
And to think my niggas started off cooking raw
When it was the coach told me to get the ball
I back for the three, watch it go swish and fall
And that was A1, thinking how we get this far?
We was just down by three and thought we took a loss
They couldn't me like 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
the streets getting colder
They said I would't it no way
I think my heart colder, my heart getting cold
Told I would make it one day
lord knows

Dedicated, de-terminated and
When Diddy, Hova, and Baby I'm listening
When I be in the the Devil be whispering
Slugs flying by me I them, they whistling, that was a close call
Stand up so I won't fall
My told me I would never go far
him last week, he was my chauffeur
I was like told
Mommy was a booster, daddy was a
So couldn't blame me when I went and copped a Ruger
Looking at my homies, see the ghost of Krueger
Cause if he catch you sleeping he's 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 a chopper
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 let these bitches see the real me, do you feel me?
Times change like the did
Now I'm killing niggas the way that Kobe did

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

Uh,
And we started off as kids, stomach's touching our
And them streets all night like we ain't nowhere to live
I remember somedays we ain't have nothing but
thousand was the tab and you ain't have nothing to give
I ain't trip, I ain't trip, I pour bottles, I sip
I let shine bright, you still act like I ain't shit?
Let you have little hoes, they was all on my dick
And you main wanted to 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 it's ours nigga and when you're ready we're gonna ball nigga
Like Bryant, Meta Peace and Gasol nigga
But i know just what I saw
It was envious, you looked and I remembered it
The reason that my cold now on some December shit
You used to give thanks for giving on November shit
Talking about the twenty-fifth, matter of the twenty-sixth
it's the twenty-eighth, fuck it though my money's straight
And as Pop is probably smiling
be on airplane mode flier than a pilot
I've seen it, I've it
Jealousy in your eyes, I swear look was deceiving
And I was man I ain't want to believe it
You you would ride but shit I know you ain't mean it
But nigga I've seen it

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