Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Hearted

Yeah,
I never had a role
I was loading hollows in my little Glock-40
A little shorty, heart colder than in the morning
And I think it was December they ? me
is jealous
Fuck can they us
With them they try sell us
Probably why I'm
To the fraud niggas, I lost when 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 when you and you're homie chilling and
You know he got thoughts of robbing and killing you
Momma said don't ever, ever let them you
Instead wait for them haters because riddle you
year was like a bad year
Even though I touched more paper than a
sucker, I ain't never 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 with bitches and different whores
Sometimes I look in the mirror, Meek Milly that cold
Look at your arm, check out your neck, look at charm
And to think my niggas started off cooking raw
When it was hard the coach told me to get the
I step back for the three, watch it go and fall
And that was A1, they thinking how we get this
We was just down by and they thought we took a loss
They deem me like Earl Boykins, I'm sticking soft
Tried to pick me off like ? but I'm Randy
And I ran it all for the touchdown, now?
Go ? all bust down, fuck

My getting 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 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, was a close call
Stand up nigga so I won't
My teacher me I would never 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 Krueger
if he catch you sleeping he's going I got your medulla
? I'm a and my son don't see a lot of
If I don't get probably end up with a chopper
In a field out in do you feel me?
Told my momma I let these haters kill me
high even though ?
And I won't ever let these 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 gets fucked up when your own family start you up
Shit, the root of all evil
Family start telling you "you different nigga"
You're right I'm acting different
With all motherfucking money
But then when it comes from your brother, your sister, mother, your father
shit hurts you to the core man
When they start acting like something that you ain't motherfucking seen you done grew up motherfucker
They gave birth to you, 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 sure you want this
You sure you want money?
You you want this fame?
You you want this power?
Shit have your own mama talking to you like you shit
Yeah everybody it, everybody need it, money motherfuckers
Get money 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 money us down
Shit, everybody eats B, everybody eats, everybody lets go

Uh,
And we started off as kids, touching our ribs
And them streets all night 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 have to give
I trip, I ain't trip, I pour bottles, I ain't sip
I let niggas shine bright, you still act like I shit?
Let you them little hoes, they was all on my dick
And you main wanted to me nigga, I ain't hit
chains, eight watches, can't fit on my wrist
When I speak about them things I never said it's my
I said it's ours nigga and when you're ready we're gonna ball
Like Kobe Bryant, Meta Peace and nigga
But i know what I saw nigga
It was envious, you sideways and I remembered it
The reason that my heart's cold now on some December
You used to give thanks for giving on some shit
Talking about the twenty-fifth, matter of the twenty-sixth
Maybe it's the twenty-eighth, fuck it my money's straight
And as long Pop is probably
be on airplane mode flier than a pilot
I've seen it, I've it
Jealousy in your eyes, I that look was deceiving
And I was man I ain't want to believe it
You said you would ride but I know you ain't mean it
But yeah nigga seen it

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