Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Summer

In here with the DJ Kay Slay

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

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

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

Champagne liquor, of Bape slippers
Blue for the dollar, I'm in Pittsburgh
Mac with rings, bitch, I'm Derek Fisher
Ballin' hard, you can smell the swisher
'S no one I met hard as I do
It's like I never made a fucking dollar
I'm a genius though, you can my IQ
Y'all lookin' stupid when you pop fucking collar
a breath, make a toast
I seen the Devil take my soul
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, that's bad
For all you rappers who be shit to act a fool
Givin' bitches a "D" we was back at school
But only if they got that bad attitude

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

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

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