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 damn check, I'm finna make that
No love, I'm finna take 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 about folgers
Ain't never sold a rock, I'm just you closer.
My back the wall, my friends perfect
They wanna ask for my number, let me see face
Why you say you me, when you love my fame
You ain't had a dad, so you play that game
You ain't never had a mom, so you got no
back to your past, it was so fucked up.
Fast forward to the time that boy lucked up
Record out the hood, nigga never heard of
you hot everybody wanna suck your dick
When you everybody wanna fuck your bitch
When you sick, everybody to see you suffer
when 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, think to
Three in the jail its a wrap my man.
Cold nights in Boston, jewelry
Metaphor to my life, every day costing
You dont got a private jet, man Jay I'm you got it
Bought my mom a house I damn sure got it
A lot of rappers sneak diss, bet you is pussy
When I say I play toys, I ain't talking about woody.
things 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, dimes with cake
Its no money in the kitchen, but they paint picture
Taking lives for you boys cause just that realer
Any time I it shot, I can do it myself
no love in the jects only guns and hell

BASEDGOD

Playing toys I ain't talking woody, mother fucker

VELLI

Once again imma cause I'm so sick!

(x2)

Shouts out to the baby
Boston
New whatup
New York
Upstate
wassup
Ohio it do
Arkansas
Carolina whatup
Carolina
Maine

Cold Nights In

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