Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Hearted

Yeah,
I had a role model
I was loading gold hollows in my little
A little shorty, heart colder December in the morning
And I think it was when they ? me
Nigga's is
can they tell us
With them they try sell us
Probably why I'm
To the fraud niggas, I niggas when I got paper
It's more money I made they got faker
And it's crazy when your friend turn into your top hater
Wanna roll up and smoke you like top
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 them haters they'll riddle you
Last was like a bad year
Even though I touched paper 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 tours on different jets, my saw
Different city with different bitches and whores
Sometimes I look in the mirror, Meek that shit cold
Look at your arm, check out neck, look at your charm
And to think my niggas off with cooking raw
it was hard the coach told me to get the ball
I step back for the three, watch it go swish and
And that was A1, they thinking how we get this
We was just down by three and they we took a loss
They couldn't deem me Earl Boykins, I'm sticking soft
Tried to pick me off ? but I'm Randy Moss
And I ran it all for the touchdown, now?
Go ? all bust down, fuck

My heart cold
the streets getting colder
They said I make it no way
I think my getting colder, my heart getting cold
Told I would make it one day
Young knows

Dedicated, and disciplined
When Diddy, Hova, and Baby talking I'm
I be in the jungle the Devil be whispering
Slugs flying by me I hear them, they whistling, that was a close
Stand up so I won't fall
My teacher told me I would go far
Seen him last week, he was my
I was like y'all
was a booster, daddy was a shooter
So they couldn't blame me 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 get he'll probably end up with a chopper
In a field out in do you feel me?
my momma I won't let these haters kill me
Getting high though ?
And I won't ever let bitches see the real me, do you feel me?
Times change like the did
Now I'm killing these the way that Kobe did

Ayo
It fucked up when your own family start calling you up
Shit, the root of all evil
start telling you "you acting different nigga"
You're right I'm acting different
With all this motherfucking
But then it comes from your brother, your sister, your mother, your father
shit hurts you to the core man
When they start acting like something that you never motherfucking seen you done grew up motherfucker
They gave birth to you, what I'm saying?
You got raised, you done 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 you want this money?
You sure you this fame?
You sure you this power?
Shit have your own talking to you like you ain't shit
Yeah everybody want it, everybody need it, money
Get don't stop but I ain't mad at them
Shit, but shit bosses got feelings you know?
mama, dear papa, family, we're all we got
Don't let this bring us down
Shit, everybody eats B, everybody eats, eats lets go

Uh,
And we off as kids, stomach's touching our ribs
And them streets all night like we ain't have nowhere to
I remember somedays we ain't have nothing but
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 shine bright, you still act like I ain't shit?
Let you have them little hoes, they was all on my
And you main to fuck me nigga, I ain't hit
chains, eight watches, can't fit on my wrist
When I speak about 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, Meta 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 now on some December shit
You used to give for giving on some November shit
Talking about the twenty-fifth, matter of fact the
Maybe it's the twenty-eighth, it though my money's straight
And as long Pop is smiling
Imma be on airplane mode flier a pilot
I've seen it, seen it
Jealousy in your eyes, I that look was deceiving
And I was surprised man I ain't want to it
You said you would ride but shit I know you ain't it
But nigga I've seen it

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