Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Hearted

Yeah,
I never had a model
I was loading gold in my little Glock-40
A little shorty, colder than December in the morning
And I it was December when they ? me
is jealous
Fuck can they us
With them 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 it's crazy your best friend turn into your top hater
Wanna roll up and you like top paper
Damn, what a feeling when you and you're homie and
You know he got thoughts of probably robbing and you
Momma said don't ever, ever let belittle you
wait for them haters because they'll riddle you
Last year was like a bad
Even though I touched more than a cashier
Small sucker, I ain't really around squares
They say it levels to this shit, you niggas
Different for different bosses
Different tours on jets, my niggas saw
Different city different bitches and different whores
Sometimes I look in the mirror, Meek Milly that shit
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 told me to get the ball
I back for the three, watch it go swish and fall
And that was A1, they thinking how we get far?
We was down 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 heart getting
Then the streets getting
said I would't make it no way
I think my heart getting colder, my heart cold
Told them I would it one day
Young lord

Dedicated, and disciplined
When Diddy, Hova, and talking I'm listening
When I be in the jungle the be whispering
Slugs flying by me I hear them, they whistling, was a close call
Stand up nigga so I won't
My teacher told me I never go far
Seen him last week, he was my
I was like told
Mommy was a booster, was a shooter
So they couldn't blame me when I and copped a Ruger
Looking at my homies, see the of Freddy Krueger
Cause if he catch you 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?
Told my momma I won't let haters kill me
Getting high though ?
And I won't ever let bitches see the real me, do you feel me?
Times like the Rollie did
Now I'm killing these niggas the way that did

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

Uh,
And we started off as kids, touching our ribs
And streets all night like we ain't have nowhere to live
I remember somedays we ain't have nothing but
Thirty thousand was the tab and you ain't nothing to give
I ain't trip, I ain't trip, I bottles, I ain't sip
I let niggas shine bright, you still act I ain't shit?
Let you have them little hoes, they was all on my
And you main wanted to me nigga, I ain't hit
chains, eight watches, can't fit on my wrist
When I about them things I never said it's my shit
I said it's ours nigga and when you're we're gonna ball nigga
Like Bryant, Meta Peace and Gasol nigga
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 about the twenty-fifth, 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 mode 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 ain't want to it
You said you would ride but shit I you ain't mean it
But nigga I've seen it

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