Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Summer

In here the legendary DJ Kay Slay

Gotta trust your aim 'cause no trust
All my understand

Fuckin' up the premises, I a dick
beneficial, I'm 'bout to issue your nemesis
Evacuate the buildin' I come through
Evaluate your when I come through
Tire marks and gun smoke
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
always the coldest
Niggas do you dirty the projects
Then you are the oldest
This is the you get when you ride
Till the wheels off and there's no mo' drive
I see the when I look in your eyes
Should execute or x out and

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

Champagne liquor, pair of Bape
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
like I never even made a fucking dollar
I'm a though, you can check my IQ
Y'all lookin' stupid when you pop fucking collar
a breath, make a toast
I seen the Devil tryna my soul
But he ain't 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 rappers who be shit to act a fool
bitches a "D" like we was back at school
But that's if they got that bad attitude

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

it street with you has beens, they just entertainers
Yet they're going dumb, go to buggin' you for favors
Talk behind your back by telling women that they ya
Scared of the slum, I be in 'em like broken
Go to whippin' throttle, bending in the bottom
Did it he's TIP, pull a click, then recline 'em
Cold summer, in the puddle with piranhas
GRR like bitch I ain't never knew my mama
on the 1st, born father wasn't shit
Sayin' everytime she at me all she see is dis
A nigga on his dick scared to help the rent (why?)
Said she love me, I don't ever get the to tell her shit
Cryin' on the inside, lookin' the fence
up to ballers, often time I reminisce
Prayin' to the stars, I go with the bricks
Flip 'em 1 to 2, pass 'em the rock, make an (score)
Feel MoneyMakingMitch, pure shooter, I don't miss
'em bout whatever, bet not ever get it bent
Bitch you say you love to suck another nigga dick kept it
Get the money, no sense in actin' funny
Did a bid, came home then made her fuck him in me
Back to back, cold-heart makin' all
Now we goin' far but you came back from outta states
you other bitches​ hate back in the country
Record deals saw why I had to 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 stuffed in the
Ball players trains on her and her buddies
Picture get depicted you hated me nothin', motherfucker

Trust your aim 'cause ain't no
All my understand
Another day, time
But the old story's told
Even when it's warm
streets can get so cold
Gotta the game 'cause ain't no love
And that ain't gon' change
Gotta trust aim 'cause ain't no trust
All my gangstas