Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Hearted

Yeah,
I never had a model
I was loading gold hollows in my Glock-40
A little shorty, colder than December in the morning
And I think it was when they ? me
Nigga's is
Fuck can tell us
With them dreams they try us
Probably why I'm
To the fraud niggas, I lost when I got paper
It's like money I made they got faker
And it's crazy when your best friend turn into your top
roll up and smoke you like top paper
Damn, what a when you and you're homie chilling and
You know he got thoughts of probably and killing you
Momma said ever, ever let them belittle you
Instead for them haters because they'll riddle you
Last year was a bad year
Even I touched more paper than a cashier
sucker, I ain't never really around squares
They say it to this shit, you niggas downstairs
Different floors for bosses
Different tours on jets, my niggas saw
Different city with different bitches and whores
Sometimes I look in the mirror, Meek Milly that shit
Look at your arm, check out neck, look 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 that was A1, thinking how we get this far?
We was just by three and they thought we took a loss
They couldn't deem me 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 getting
Then the getting 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 lord

Dedicated, and disciplined
When Diddy, Hova, and Baby talking I'm
When I be in the the Devil be whispering
Slugs by me I hear them, they whistling, that was a close call
Stand up nigga so I won't
My teacher told me I never go far
Seen him week, he was my chauffeur
I was like y'all
Mommy was a booster, daddy was a
So they couldn't blame me when I went and copped a
Looking at my homies, see the ghost of Freddy
Cause if he you sleeping he's 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 field out in Philly do you me?
Told my momma I won't let these haters me
high even though ?
And I won't ever let these bitches see the real me, do you me?
change like the Rollie did
Now I'm these niggas the way that Kobe did

Ayo
It gets fucked up when your own start calling you up
Shit, money's the root of all
Family telling you "you acting different nigga"
You're right I'm acting different
With all this motherfucking
But then when it from your brother, your sister, your mother, your father
That shit you to the core man
When they start acting something that you ain't never motherfucking seen you done grew up motherfucker
They gave birth to you, know 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 you want this son?
You sure you want money?
You sure you this fame?
You sure you this power?
Shit have own mama 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 eats B, eats, everybody eats 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 to give
I ain't trip, I ain't trip, I bottles, I ain't sip
I let niggas shine bright, you still act like I shit?
Let you have them little hoes, they was all on my
And you main wanted to fuck me nigga, I hit
Twenty chains, eight watches, fit on my wrist
When I speak about them things I never it's my shit
I said it's ours 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 heart's cold now on some December
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, it though my money's straight
And as long Pop is smiling
Imma be on airplane flier than a pilot
seen it, I've seen it
Jealousy in your eyes, I swear that look was
And I was man I ain't 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 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