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 colder than in the morning
And I think it was December they ? me
Nigga's is
can they tell us
With them dreams try sell us
Probably why I'm
To the niggas, I lost niggas when I got paper
It's like more money I made they got
And it's crazy when your friend turn into your top hater
Wanna roll up and smoke you top paper
Damn, what a feeling when you and you're chilling and
You know he got of probably robbing and killing you
Momma don't ever, ever let them belittle you
Instead wait for haters because they'll riddle you
Last year was like a bad
Even though I more paper than a cashier
Small sucker, I never really around squares
They say it levels to this shit, you niggas
Different floors for different
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 neck, look at your charm
And to my niggas started off with cooking raw
When it was hard the coach 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 this
We was just by three and they thought we took a loss
They couldn't deem me like Boykins, I'm sticking soft
Tried to me off like ? but I'm Randy Moss
And I ran it all for the touchdown, what
Go ? all down, fuck clowns

My heart getting
the streets getting colder
They I would't make it no way
I my heart getting 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
I be in the jungle the Devil be whispering
Slugs flying by me I them, they whistling, that was a close call
Stand up nigga so I won't
My teacher told me I would go far
Seen him last week, he was my
I was told y'all
Mommy was a booster, was a shooter
So they blame me when 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 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?
Told my momma I 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 niggas the way Kobe did

Ayo
It gets up when your own family start calling you up
Shit, money's the of all evil
Family start telling you "you acting nigga"
You're goddamn right I'm different
With all this motherfucking
But then when it comes from your brother, your sister, your mother, father
That shit hurts you to the man
When they start acting like 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 played in the park with them
This money thing, shit will fuck you up man
You got to watch you ask for
You sure you this son?
You sure you want this
You sure you want this
You sure you want power?
have your own mama talking to you like you ain't shit
Yeah everybody want it, everybody need it, motherfuckers
Get don't stop but I ain't mad at them
Shit, but even bosses 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 lets go

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

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