Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Hearted

Yeah,
I never had a model
I was loading gold hollows in my little
A shorty, heart colder than December in the morning
And I think it was December when ? me
Nigga's is
Fuck can tell us
them dreams they try sell us
Probably why I'm
To the fraud niggas, I lost when I got paper
It's like more money I they got faker
And it's crazy when your best friend turn into your top
Wanna roll up and smoke you top paper
Damn, a feeling when you and you're homie chilling and
You know he got thoughts of robbing and killing you
Momma said don't ever, let them belittle you
Instead for them haters because they'll riddle you
Last year was like a bad
Even I touched more paper than a cashier
Small sucker, I never really around squares
They say it levels to this shit, you niggas
Different floors for bosses
Different tours on different jets, my saw
Different city with different bitches and whores
Sometimes I look in the mirror, Meek Milly that cold
at your arm, check out your neck, look at your charm
And to think my niggas started off cooking raw
When it was hard the coach me to get the ball
I step for the three, watch it go swish and fall
And was A1, they thinking how we get this far?
We was just down by three and 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, now?
Go ? all bust down, fuck

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

Dedicated, de-terminated and
When Diddy, Hova, and Baby I'm listening
I be in the jungle the Devil be whispering
Slugs flying by me I them, they whistling, that was a close call
Stand up nigga so I won't
My teacher told me I would go far
Seen him last week, he was my
I was told y'all
Mommy was a booster, daddy was a
So they couldn't blame me I went and copped a Ruger
Looking at my homies, see the ghost of Freddy
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 don't get he'll end up with a chopper
In a field out in Philly do you me?
Told my momma I won't let haters kill me
Getting even though ?
And I won't ever let these bitches see the me, do you feel me?
Times change like the did
Now I'm these niggas the way that Kobe did

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

Uh,
And we started off as kids, stomach's touching our
And them streets all like we ain't have nowhere to live
I remember we ain't have nothing but live
Thirty thousand was the tab and you have nothing to give
I trip, I ain't trip, I pour bottles, I ain't 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, can't fit on my
When I speak them things I never said it's my shit
I said it's ours nigga and when you're ready we're gonna nigga
Like Kobe Bryant, Meta Peace and Gasol
But i know just what I saw
It was envious, you looked and I remembered it
The reason that my heart's now on some December shit
You used to give thanks for giving on some November
Talking the twenty-fifth, matter of fact the twenty-sixth
Maybe 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, I've it
Jealousy in your eyes, I swear that was deceiving
And I was surprised man I want to believe it
You said you would ride but shit I know you ain't it
But yeah I've seen it

My heart cold
Then the streets getting
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 lord