Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Hearted

Yeah,
I never had a model
I was loading gold in my little Glock-40
A little shorty, colder than December in the morning
And I think it was when they ? me
Nigga's is
Fuck can they us
With them dreams try sell us
Probably why I'm
To the fraud niggas, I lost niggas when I got
like more money I made they got faker
And it's crazy your best friend turn into your top hater
roll up and smoke you like top paper
Damn, what a feeling you and you're homie chilling and
You know he got thoughts of robbing and killing you
Momma said ever, ever let them belittle you
Instead wait for them haters because riddle you
Last was like a bad year
Even though I touched more paper a cashier
Small sucker, I ain't never around squares
They say it to this shit, you niggas downstairs
floors for different bosses
Different tours on different jets, my saw
Different city with different bitches and different
Sometimes I look in the mirror, Meek Milly that 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 told me to get the ball
I step back for the three, it go swish and fall
And was A1, they thinking how we get this far?
We was just down by three and they thought we 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, what
Go ? all down, fuck clowns

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

Dedicated, and disciplined
When Diddy, Hova, and talking I'm listening
When I be in the jungle the Devil be
Slugs flying by me I them, they whistling, that was a close call
Stand up nigga so I won't
My teacher me I would never go far
Seen him last week, he was my
I was like told
was a booster, daddy was a shooter
So they couldn't me when I went and copped a Ruger
Looking at my homies, see the of Freddy Krueger
if he catch you sleeping he's 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 even though ?
And I won't let these bitches see the real me, do you feel me?
change like the Rollie did
Now I'm killing these niggas the way Kobe did

Ayo
It gets fucked up when own family start calling you up
Shit, the root of all evil
Family start you "you acting different nigga"
goddamn right I'm acting different
With all this motherfucking
But then when it comes your brother, your sister, your mother, your father
shit hurts you to the core man
When they start acting like something that you ain't never motherfucking seen you done grew up
They birth to you, know what I'm saying?
You got raised, you done played in the park with
This money thing, this will fuck you up man
You got to what you ask for
You sure you this son?
You sure you want this
You sure you want fame?
You sure you want this
Shit have your own talking to you like you ain't shit
everybody want it, everybody need it, money motherfuckers
Get don't 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 this money bring us
Shit, everybody eats B, everybody eats, eats lets 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 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 niggas shine bright, you still act I ain't shit?
Let you have them little hoes, 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 it's my
I said it's ours nigga and when you're ready gonna ball nigga
Kobe Bryant, Meta Peace and Gasol nigga
But i know just I saw nigga
It was envious, you looked and I remembered it
The reason that my heart's now on some December 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 flier than a pilot
I've seen it, I've it
Jealousy in your eyes, I swear that look was
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 yeah I've seen it

My getting 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