Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Nights In Boston

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

(Verse 1)
Got so much honor, why I get fucked over
right on the stove, thinking about boulders
Cooking up, wake you up, and I ain't about folgers
Ain't sold a rock, I'm just bringing you closer.
My back the wall, my friends 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 that game
You ain't never had a mom, so you got no
Thinking back to past, it was so fucked up.
forward to the time that your boy lucked up
Record deal out the hood, nigga never of
When you hot wanna suck your dick
When you down everybody wanna fuck bitch
you sick, everybody glad to see you suffer
Thats when I keep the nine tucked come on I'm Ed 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.
Cold nights in Boston, jewelry
Metaphor to my life, day been costing
You got a private jet, man Jay I'm proud you got it
Bought my mom a house I damn sure got it
A lot of sneak diss, bet you niggers is pussy
I say I play with toys, I ain't talking about woody.
More in my house pull ya whole coupe back
When you walk with peacoat and a small black bag
No time for guesses, when I do I flake
Its no suckers in my clique, only with cake
Its no money in the kitchen, but they paint that
Taking lives for you boys cause it's just that
Any I call it shot, I can do it myself
It's no in the jects only guns and hell

VELLI

Playing toys I ain't talking about woody, mother

VELLI

Once again imma cause I'm so sick!

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Shouts out to the Beantown
whatup
New whatup
New York
whatup
Cincinatti
Ohio it do
wassup
North whatup
Carolina
whatup

Cold In Boston

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