Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Summer

In with the legendary DJ Kay Slay

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

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

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

liquor, pair of Bape slippers
Blue collar for the dollar, I'm in
Young Mac rings, bitch, I'm Derek Fisher
super hard, you can smell the swisher
'S no one I met hard as I do
It's like I even made a fucking dollar
I'm a genius though, you can my IQ
Y'all lookin' stupid when you pop your collar
Take a breath, a toast
I seen the tryna take my soul
But he ain't gon' touch what he control
This food for thought, you can get a plate to go
Me and Kendrick on a track, man, that's bad
For all you who be talkin' shit to act a fool
Givin' bitches a "D" like we was back at
But only if they got that bad attitude

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

Kept it street you has beens, they just entertainers
Yet they're going dumb, they go to buggin' you for
Talk behind your back by telling women that made ya
of the slum, I be in 'em like broken bottles
Go to throttle, bending corners in the bottom
Did it like he's TIP, a click, then recline 'em
summer, swimmin' in the puddle with piranhas
GRR like bitch I ain't never knew my mama
Changed on the 1st, born wasn't shit
Sayin' everytime she at me all she see is dis
A nigga on his scared to help with the rent (why?)
Said she me, I don't ever get the nerve to tell her shit
on the inside, lookin' through the fence
Looking up to ballers, often time I
Prayin' to the stars, I go with the bricks
'em 1 to 2, pass 'em the rock, make 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 suck another dick kept it real
Get the money, ain't no sense in funny
Did a bid, came home then made her him in front me
to back, cold-heart makin' all assumptions
Now we goin' far but you came back from travelin' outta
you other bitches​ hate back in the country
Record deals saw why I had to fuck who love me
And WCW, Love to cheat on her husband
She from Colorado, she die with niggas who
While her was in prison, two niggas stuffed in the cutty
Ball players trains on her and her buddies
Picture get you hated me over nothin', motherfucker

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