Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Summer

In with the legendary DJ Kay Slay

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

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

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

Champagne liquor, of Bape slippers
collar for the dollar, I'm in Pittsburgh
Young Mac with rings, bitch, I'm Derek
Ballin' super hard, you can smell the
'S no one I met workin' as I do
It's like I never made a fucking dollar
I'm a genius though, you can my IQ
Y'all lookin' when you pop your fucking collar
a breath, make a toast
I the Devil tryna take my soul
But he gon' touch what he can't control
This some food for thought, you can get a to go
Me and Kendrick on a track, man, that's bad
For all you who be talkin' shit to act a fool
Givin' a "D" like we was back at school
But that's only if got that bad attitude

Another day (yeah,) different (yeah)
But the same old story's
Even it's warm outside
These streets can get so
Gotta love the game ain't no love
And that ain't gon' change
Gotta your aim 'cause ain't no trust
All my gangstas

it street with you has beens, they just entertainers
Yet going dumb, they go to buggin' you for favors
Talk behind back by telling women that they made ya
Scared of the slum, I be in 'em like broken
Go to whippin' throttle, bending in the bottom
Did it like he's TIP, pull a click, then 'em
Cold summer, swimmin' in the puddle with
GRR like Eminem bitch I never knew my mama
on the 1st, born father wasn't shit
Sayin' she gaze at me all she see is dis
A nigga on his scared to help with the rent (why?)
she love me, I don't ever get the nerve 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
'em 1 to 2, pass 'em the rock, make an assist (score)
Feel MoneyMakingMitch, pure shooter, I don't miss
Kill 'em bout whatever, bet not get it bent
Bitch you say you love to suck another nigga dick it real
Get the money, ain't no in actin' funny
Did a bid, home then made her fuck him in front me
Back to back, cold-heart makin' all
Now we goin' far but you came back travelin' outta states
While you other hate back in the country
Record deals saw why I had to with who love me
And this WCW, Love to on her husband
She from Colorado, she die with who thuggin'
While her fake was in prison, two niggas stuffed in the
players runnin' trains on her and her buddies
Picture get depicted you me over nothin', motherfucker

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