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 shit
No love, I'm take that shit

(Verse 1)
Got so much honor, why I get fucked over
Sitting right on the stove, about boulders
Cooking up, wake you up, and I ain't talking folgers
Ain't never sold a rock, I'm just you closer.
My back against the wall, my perfect
They wanna ask for my number, let me see face
Why you say you me, when you love my fame
You ain't never had a dad, so you play that
You ain't had a mom, so you got no love
back to your past, it was so fucked up.
Fast forward to the time that your boy up
deal out the hood, nigga never heard of
When you hot everybody wanna suck your
When you down everybody fuck your bitch
When you sick, everybody glad to see you
Thats when I 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
strikes 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 cause 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 pull ya coupe back
you walk with them peacoat and a small black bag
No for second guesses, when I do I flake
Its no suckers in my clique, dimes with cake
Its no in the kitchen, but they paint that picture
Taking lives for you boys cause 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 ain't talking about woody, mother

VELLI

Once again cough cause I'm so sick!

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Shouts out to the baby
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Cold In Boston

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