Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Summer

In with the legendary DJ Kay Slay

Gotta trust your aim 'cause ain't no
All my gangstas

Fuckin' up the premises, I a dick
Ain't beneficial, I'm 'bout to issue nemesis
the buildin' when I come through
Evaluate your feelin's when I through
Tire marks and gun stories
OGs and show glory
She said, "Nigga I'm you make a way out
Before I make Mac-11 do it for me"
I know responsibility weighin' on my shoulders
Summertime the coldest
do you dirty like the projects
Twenty-five? you are the oldest
This is the feelin' you get when you
the wheels fall off and there's no mo' drive
I see the fear I look in your eyes
execute or x out and expire

Another day (yeah,) time (yeah)
But the same old story's
Even when it's outside
These streets can get so
Gotta love the 'cause ain't no love
And that gon' never change
Gotta trust aim 'cause ain't no trust
All my understand

Champagne liquor, pair of slippers
Blue for the dollar, I'm in Pittsburgh
Mac with rings, bitch, I'm Derek Fisher
Ballin' super hard, you can the swisher
'S no one I met workin' as I do
It's like I never made a fucking dollar
I'm a though, you can check my IQ
Y'all lookin' when you pop your fucking collar
Take a breath, make a
I seen the Devil tryna take my
But he ain't touch what he can't control
some food for thought, you can get a plate to go
Me and Kendrick on a track, man, bad news
For all you rappers who be talkin' to act a fool
bitches a "D" like we was back at school
But that's only if they got bad attitude

day (yeah,) different time (yeah)
But the old story's told
Even when it's outside
streets can get so cold
Gotta the game 'cause ain't no love
And that gon' never change
Gotta trust aim 'cause ain't no trust
All my gangstas

Kept it with you has beens, they just entertainers
Yet they're going dumb, they go to you for favors
Talk behind your by telling women that they made ya
Scared of the slum, I be in 'em like broken
Go to throttle, bending corners in the bottom
Did it like he's TIP, pull a click, then 'em
Cold summer, swimmin' in the puddle piranhas
GRR like Eminem bitch I ain't never my mama
Changed on the 1st, father wasn't shit
Sayin' everytime she at me all she see is dis
A nigga on his dick scared to with the rent (why?)
Said she love me, I don't ever get the to tell her shit
Cryin' on the inside, lookin' through the
Looking up to ballers, time I reminisce
Prayin' to the stars, I go with the bricks
Flip 'em 1 to 2, pass 'em the rock, an assist (score)
Feel like MoneyMakingMitch, pure shooter, I don't
'em bout whatever, bet not ever get it bent
Bitch you say you love to another nigga dick kept it real
Get the money, no sense in actin' funny
Did a bid, home then made her fuck him in front me
Back to back, cold-heart all assumptions
Now we goin' far but you came back from outta states
While you other bitches​ hate back in the
Record deals saw why I had to fuck with who me
And this WCW, Love to cheat on her
She from Colorado, she die niggas who thuggin'
While her fake was in prison, two stuffed in the cutty
Ball players runnin' on her and her buddies
get depicted you hated me over nothin', motherfucker

Trust your aim ain't no trust
All my understand
Another day, time
But the same old story's
Even when it's warm
These streets can get so
Gotta love the game ain't no love
And that gon' never change
Gotta trust aim 'cause ain't no trust
All my gangstas