Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Hearted

Yeah,
I never had a role
I was loading gold hollows in my little
A little shorty, heart than December in the morning
And I think it was December they ? me
is jealous
Fuck can they us
With them they try sell us
why I'm rebellious
To the fraud niggas, I lost niggas I got paper
It's like more I made they got faker
And it's crazy when your best friend turn your top hater
Wanna up and smoke you like top paper
Damn, what a feeling when you and you're homie and
You know he got thoughts of robbing and killing you
said don't ever, ever let them belittle you
Instead for them haters because they'll riddle you
year was like a bad year
Even though I more paper than a cashier
Small sucker, I never really around squares
They say it levels to this shit, you downstairs
Different floors for bosses
Different on different jets, my niggas saw
Different city with different bitches and whores
Sometimes I in the mirror, Meek Milly that shit cold
Look at your arm, check out your neck, at your charm
And to think my started off with cooking raw
it was hard the coach told me to get the ball
I step back for the three, it go swish and fall
And that was A1, they how we get this far?
We was just down by three and thought we took a loss
They deem me like Earl Boykins, I'm sticking soft
to pick me off like ? but I'm Randy Moss
And I ran it all for the touchdown, what
Go ? all bust down, clowns

My getting cold
Then the streets getting
They said I make it no way
I my heart getting colder, my heart getting cold
Told them I make it one day
Young lord

Dedicated, de-terminated and
When Diddy, Hova, and Baby talking I'm
When I be in the jungle the be whispering
Slugs flying by me I them, they whistling, that was a close call
up nigga so I won't fall
My told me I would never go far
Seen him week, he was my chauffeur
I was like y'all
was a booster, daddy was a shooter
So they blame me when I went and copped a Ruger
Looking at my homies, see the ghost of Freddy
Cause if he catch you sleeping going I got your medulla
? I'm a and my son don't see a lot of
If I don't get he'll probably end up with a
In a out in Philly do you feel me?
Told my I won't let these haters kill me
Getting high though ?
And I won't ever let these see the real me, do you feel me?
Times change the Rollie did
Now I'm killing niggas the way that Kobe did

Ayo
It gets fucked up when own family start calling you up
Shit, money's the of all evil
Family telling you "you acting different nigga"
You're goddamn right I'm different
With all motherfucking money
But then when it comes from your brother, your sister, your mother, your
That shit hurts you to the 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 in the park with them
This thing, this shit will fuck you up man
You got to what you ask for
You sure you want this
You sure you want money?
You you want this fame?
You sure you want power?
Shit have own mama talking to you like you ain't shit
Yeah everybody it, everybody need it, money motherfuckers
Get money don't stop but I mad at them
Shit, but shit bosses got feelings you know?
Dear mama, papa, family, we're all we got
Don't let this money bring us
Shit, everybody eats B, everybody eats, everybody lets go

Uh,
And we off as kids, stomach's touching our ribs
And them streets all night we ain't have nowhere to live
I remember somedays we ain't have but live
Thirty thousand was the tab and you ain't have nothing to
I ain't trip, I ain't trip, I pour bottles, I sip
I let niggas shine bright, you act like I ain't shit?
Let you them little 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
I speak about them things I never said it's my shit
I said ours nigga and when you're ready we're gonna ball nigga
Like Kobe Bryant, Peace and Gasol nigga
But i know what I saw nigga
It was envious, you looked sideways and I it
The reason that my cold now on some December shit
You used to give thanks for on some November shit
Talking the twenty-fifth, matter of fact the twenty-sixth
it's the twenty-eighth, fuck it though my money's straight
And as long Pop is smiling
Imma be on airplane flier than a pilot
I've seen it, seen it
in your eyes, I swear that look was deceiving
And I was surprised man I want to believe it
You said you ride but shit I know you ain't mean it
But nigga I've seen it

My heart getting
Then the streets getting
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