Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Hearted

Yeah,
I never had a role
I was loading gold hollows in my Glock-40
A little shorty, heart colder than in the morning
And I it was December when they ? me
Nigga's is
Fuck can tell us
With them dreams they try us
why I'm rebellious
To the fraud niggas, I lost niggas I got paper
It's like money I made they got faker
And it's crazy when your best friend into your top hater
Wanna roll up and you like top paper
Damn, what a feeling when you and homie chilling and
You know he got thoughts of probably robbing and you
Momma don't ever, ever let them belittle you
Instead wait for them because they'll riddle you
Last year was like a bad
Even though I touched paper than a cashier
Small sucker, I never really around squares
They say it levels to shit, you niggas downstairs
Different for different bosses
Different on different jets, my niggas saw
Different city different bitches and different whores
Sometimes I look in the mirror, Meek Milly that cold
Look at arm, check out your neck, look at your charm
And to think my niggas off with cooking raw
When it was hard the coach told me to get the
I step back for the three, watch it go swish and
And that was A1, thinking how we get this far?
We was just down by and they thought we took a loss
They couldn't deem me like 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, clowns

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

Dedicated, and disciplined
When Diddy, Hova, and Baby I'm listening
When I be in the jungle the Devil be
Slugs by me I hear them, they whistling, that was a close call
Stand up so I won't fall
My teacher told me I never go far
Seen him last week, he was my
I was told y'all
Mommy was a booster, was a shooter
So they couldn't blame me when I went and a Ruger
Looking at my homies, see the ghost of Krueger
Cause if he catch you sleeping he's going I got your
? I'm a father and my son see a lot of
If I get he'll probably end up with a chopper
In a out in Philly do you feel me?
Told my momma I won't let these kill me
Getting high though ?
And I won't ever let these see the real me, do you feel me?
Times 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 start telling you "you acting nigga"
You're right I'm acting different
With all motherfucking money
But then it comes from your brother, your sister, your mother, your father
That shit you to the core man
When they start like 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 played in the park with them
This thing, this shit will fuck you up man
You got to what you ask for
You you want this son?
You you want this money?
You sure you want fame?
You you want this power?
Shit your own mama talking to you like you ain't shit
Yeah want it, everybody need it, money motherfuckers
Get money don't but I ain't mad at them
Shit, but shit even bosses got feelings you
mama, dear papa, family, we're all we got
Don't let money bring us down
Shit, everybody eats B, everybody eats, eats lets go

Uh,
And we started off as kids, touching our ribs
And them streets all night like we ain't have nowhere to
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 trip, I pour bottles, I ain't sip
I let niggas shine bright, you still act like I ain't
Let you have little hoes, they was all on my dick
And you main wanted to me nigga, I ain't hit
Twenty chains, eight watches, can't fit on my
When I speak about things I never said it's my shit
I said it's ours nigga and when you're ready we're gonna ball
Like Kobe Bryant, Meta Peace and Gasol
But i know just I saw nigga
It was envious, you looked sideways and I it
The reason that my cold now on some December shit
You to give thanks for giving on some November shit
Talking the twenty-fifth, matter 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 mode 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 you would ride but shit I know you ain't mean it
But yeah nigga seen it

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