Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Hearted

Yeah,
I never had a model
I was loading gold hollows in my little
A little shorty, colder than December in the morning
And I think it was when they ? 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 I made they 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 you and you're homie chilling and
You know he got thoughts of robbing and killing you
Momma said don't ever, let them belittle you
wait for them haters because they'll riddle you
Last year was a bad year
Even though I touched more than a cashier
sucker, I ain't never really around squares
They say it levels to this shit, you downstairs
Different floors for different
Different on different jets, my niggas saw
Different city with bitches and different whores
Sometimes I look in the mirror, Meek Milly that cold
at your arm, check out your neck, look at your charm
And to my niggas started off with cooking raw
When it was hard the coach told me to get the
I step back for the three, watch it go and fall
And that was A1, they thinking how we get this
We was just down by three and thought we took a loss
They deem me like Earl 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 think my heart getting colder, my heart getting
them I would make it one day
Young lord

Dedicated, and disciplined
When Diddy, Hova, and Baby I'm listening
When I be in the the Devil be whispering
Slugs flying by me I hear them, they whistling, was a close call
Stand up nigga so I fall
My teacher me I would never go far
Seen him last week, he was my
I was like told
Mommy was a booster, was a shooter
So couldn't blame me when I went and copped a Ruger
at my homies, see the ghost 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 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 even though ?
And I ever 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 your own family calling you up
Shit, money's the root of all
Family start telling you "you different nigga"
You're goddamn right I'm different
With all this motherfucking
But then when it comes from brother, your sister, your mother, your father
shit hurts you to the core man
When they start like something that you ain't never motherfucking seen you done grew up motherfucker
They birth to you, know 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 what you ask for
You sure you want son?
You sure you want this
You sure you want this
You you want this power?
Shit have your own talking to you like you ain't shit
Yeah everybody want it, everybody need it, motherfuckers
Get money stop but I ain't mad at them
Shit, but shit even bosses got feelings you
Dear mama, papa, family, we're all we got
Don't let this money us down
Shit, everybody B, everybody eats, everybody eats 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 but live
Thirty thousand was the tab and you 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 them hoes, they was all on my dick
And you main wanted to fuck me nigga, I hit
Twenty chains, eight watches, fit on my wrist
When I speak about them 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 Gasol
But i know just what I saw
It was envious, you looked sideways and I it
The reason that my heart's cold now on some December
You used to give thanks for giving on some November
Talking about the twenty-fifth, of fact the twenty-sixth
it's the twenty-eighth, fuck it though my money's straight
And as long Pop is probably
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 surprised man I ain't to believe it
You said you would ride but 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 getting colder, my heart getting
Told them I would it one day
Young knows