Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Nights In Boston

(x2)
Cold nights in Boston, awesome
Bitch, I my money, that's word to mother.
You don't cut the damn check, I'm finna make that
No love, I'm take that shit

(Verse 1)
Got so honor, thats why I get fucked over
Sitting right on the stove, thinking about
Cooking up, wake you up, and I ain't talking about
Ain't never a rock, I'm just bringing you closer.
My back against the wall, my perfect
They wanna ask for my number, let me see face
Why you say you love me, you love my fame
You ain't never had a dad, so you play game
You ain't had a mom, so you got no love
Thinking back to past, it was so fucked up.
Fast forward to the time your boy lucked up
Record deal out the hood, never heard of
When you hot everybody suck your dick
When you down everybody wanna fuck your
When you sick, everybody to see you suffer
Thats I keep the nine tucked come on I'm Ed Lover you fucking bitch!

You me? I keep that nine, come on son I'm Ed Lover

(Verse 2)
Plan to think, to plan
Three strikes in the jail its a my man.
nights in Boston, jewelry awesome
Metaphor to my life, every day been
You dont got a jet, man Jay I'm proud you got it
Bought my mom a house cause I sure got it
A lot of rappers diss, bet you niggers is pussy
I say I play with toys, I ain't talking about woody.
More things in my house ya whole coupe back
When you walk with them and a small black bag
No time for second guesses, when I do I
Its no suckers in my clique, dimes with cake
Its no money in the kitchen, but they paint that
Taking lives for you boys it's just that realer
Any time I call it shot, I can do it
It's no love in the jects only and hell

VELLI

Playing toys I talking about woody, mother fucker

VELLI

Once again imma cause I'm so sick!

(x2)

Shouts out to the baby
Boston
New whatup
New York
Upstate
Cincinatti
what it do
Arkansas
North whatup
whatup
Maine

Cold In Boston

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