Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Nights In Boston

(x2)
Cold nights in Boston, awesome
Bitch, I need my money, word to mother.
You cut the damn check, I'm finna make that shit
No love, I'm take that shit

(Verse 1)
Got so much honor, thats why I get fucked
Sitting on the stove, thinking about boulders
Cooking up, wake you up, and I ain't talking folgers
never sold a rock, I'm just bringing you closer.
My back against the wall, my friends
They ask for my number, let me see your face
Why you say you love me, when you love my
You ain't had a dad, so you play that game
You ain't never had a mom, so you got no
Thinking back to past, it was so fucked up.
Fast forward to the time your boy lucked up
Record out the hood, nigga never heard of
When you hot everybody suck your dick
When you down wanna fuck your bitch
When you sick, everybody glad to see you
Thats when I keep the nine 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 in the jail its a wrap my man.
nights in Boston, jewelry 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 cause I damn sure got it
A lot of rappers sneak diss, bet you 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 with them peacoat and a small black bag
No time for guesses, when I do I flake
Its no in my clique, only dimes with cake
Its no in the kitchen, but they paint that picture
Taking for you boys cause it's just that realer
Any time I it shot, I can do it myself
It's no love in the jects only and hell

VELLI

Playing toys I ain't about woody, mother fucker

VELLI

Once imma cough cause I'm so sick!

(x2)

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

Cold In Boston

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