Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Nights In Boston

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

(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 talking folgers
Ain't never sold a rock, I'm bringing you closer.
My back against the wall, my perfect
They ask for my number, let me see your face
Why you say you me, when you love my fame
You never had a dad, so you play that game
You never had a mom, so you got no love
Thinking to your 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 wanna suck dick
When you down wanna fuck your bitch
you sick, everybody glad to see you suffer
Thats when I the nine tucked come on I'm Ed Lover you fucking bitch!

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

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

BASEDGOD

Playing toys I ain't about woody, mother fucker

VELLI

Once imma cough cause I'm so sick!

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Shouts out to the baby
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Nights In Boston

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