Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Summer

In here with the legendary DJ Kay

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' I come through
Evaluate your feelin's I come through
Tire marks and gun stories
OGs reminisce and glory
She said, "Nigga I'm you make a way out
Before I make Mac-11 do it for me"
I know weighin' down on my shoulders
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 off and there's no mo' drive
I see the fear I look in your eyes
Should or x out and expire

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

Champagne liquor, of Bape slippers
Blue collar for the dollar, I'm in
Young Mac with rings, bitch, I'm Fisher
super hard, you can smell the swisher
'S no one I met workin' as I do
It's like I never even made a dollar
I'm a genius though, you can my IQ
Y'all lookin' stupid when you pop your collar
Take a breath, make a
I seen the Devil tryna my soul
But he ain't gon' touch 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' shit to act a
Givin' bitches a "D" we was back at school
But that's if they got that bad attitude

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

it street with you has beens, they just entertainers
Yet going dumb, they go to buggin' you for favors
Talk behind your back by telling that they made ya
of the slum, I be in 'em like broken bottles
Go to whippin' throttle, corners in the bottom
Did it like he's TIP, pull a click, then 'em
summer, swimmin' in the puddle with piranhas
GRR Eminem bitch I ain't never knew my mama
Changed on the 1st, father 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
Cryin' on the inside, through the fence
Looking up to ballers, often time I
Prayin' to the stars, I go hard the bricks
Flip 'em 1 to 2, 'em the rock, make 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 another nigga dick kept it real
Get the money, ain't no in actin' funny
Did a bid, came home then made her him in front me
Back to back, makin' all assumptions
Now we goin' far but you came back travelin' outta states
While you other bitches​ hate in the country
deals saw why I had to fuck with who love me
And this WCW, Love to on her husband
She from Colorado, she die with who thuggin'
her fake was in prison, two niggas stuffed in the cutty
Ball players runnin' trains on her and her
Picture get depicted you hated me nothin', motherfucker

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