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 than December in the
And I it was December when they ? me
is jealous
Fuck can tell us
With dreams they try sell us
why I'm rebellious
To the fraud niggas, I niggas when I got paper
like more money I made they got faker
And crazy when your best friend turn into your top hater
Wanna up and smoke you like top paper
Damn, a feeling when you and you're homie chilling and
You he got thoughts of probably robbing and killing you
Momma don't ever, ever let them belittle you
Instead for them haters because they'll riddle you
Last year was like a bad
Even though I touched more paper than a
Small sucker, I ain't never around squares
They say it levels to this shit, you niggas
Different floors for different
Different tours on different jets, my saw
Different city with different bitches and different
Sometimes I look in the mirror, Meek Milly that shit
Look at your arm, out your 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 and fall
And that was A1, they thinking how we get far?
We was just by three and they thought we took a loss
They couldn't deem me like Earl Boykins, I'm soft
to pick me off like ? but I'm Randy Moss
And I ran it all for the touchdown, what
Go ? all down, fuck clowns

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

Dedicated, and disciplined
When Diddy, Hova, and Baby talking I'm
When I be in the the Devil be whispering
Slugs flying by me I hear them, whistling, that was a close call
Stand up nigga so I fall
My teacher told me I would go far
him last week, he was my chauffeur
I was like told
was a booster, daddy was a shooter
So they couldn't blame me when I went and copped a
Looking at my homies, see the ghost of Krueger
Cause if he you sleeping he's 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 even ?
And I won't ever let these bitches see the real me, do you me?
Times change like the 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 of all evil
Family start you "you acting different nigga"
You're goddamn right I'm acting
With all motherfucking money
But then when it comes from 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 birth to you, know what I'm saying?
You got raised, you played in the park with them
This money thing, this will fuck you up man
You got to what you ask for
You sure you want this
You sure you want money?
You sure you want this
You sure you this power?
Shit your own mama talking to you like you ain't shit
everybody want it, everybody need it, money motherfuckers
Get money don't stop but I ain't mad at
Shit, but shit even bosses got feelings you
Dear mama, dear papa, family, all we got
Don't let this money us down
Shit, everybody eats B, everybody eats, everybody eats go

Uh,
And we started off as kids, touching our ribs
And them streets all night like we ain't nowhere to live
I somedays we ain't have nothing but live
Thirty thousand was the tab and you have nothing 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 little hoes, they was all on my dick
And you main wanted to me nigga, I ain't hit
Twenty chains, watches, can't fit on my wrist
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 nigga
Like Bryant, Meta Peace and Gasol nigga
But i know just what I saw
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 long Pop is probably
Imma be on airplane mode than a pilot
I've seen it, seen it
Jealousy in your eyes, I swear that 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 yeah nigga I've it

My heart cold
the streets 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 knows