Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Nights In Boston

(x2)
Cold nights in Boston, jewelry
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
Sitting right on the stove, about boulders
Cooking up, you up, and I ain't talking about folgers
Ain't never 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 my fame
You ain't never had a dad, so you that game
You ain't had a mom, so you got no love
back to your past, it was so fucked up.
Fast to the time that 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
you sick, everybody glad to see you suffer
Thats when I keep the nine tucked on I'm Ed Lover you fucking bitch!

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

(Verse 2)
Plan to think, to plan
Three strikes in the jail its a my man.
Cold nights in Boston, 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 I damn sure got it
A lot of rappers sneak diss, bet you is pussy
When I say I with toys, I ain't talking about woody.
More things in my house ya whole coupe back
you walk with them peacoat and a small black bag
No time for second guesses, I do I flake
Its no suckers in my clique, dimes with cake
Its no money in the kitchen, but they that picture
lives for you boys cause it's just that realer
Any time I call it shot, I can do it
It's no love in the only guns and hell

VELLI

Playing toys I talking 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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New Jersey
New York
Upstate
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Ohio it do
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Carolina
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Cold In Boston

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