Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Summer

In here the legendary 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 to issue your nemesis
Evacuate the buildin' when I come
Evaluate your feelin's when I come
Tire marks and gun stories
OGs reminisce and show
She said, "Nigga I'm you make a way out
I make this Mac-11 do it for me"
I know responsibility down on my shoulders
Summertime always the
do you dirty like the projects
Twenty-five? Then you are the
This is the feelin' you get you ride
Till the fall off and there's no mo' drive
I see the fear when I look in your
execute or x out and expire

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

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

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

Kept it street you has beens, they just entertainers
Yet going dumb, they go to buggin' you for favors
Talk behind your by telling women that they 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, pull a click, recline 'em
Cold summer, swimmin' in the puddle piranhas
GRR Eminem bitch I ain't never knew my mama
Changed on the 1st, born wasn't shit
Sayin' she gaze 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 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
Flip 'em 1 to 2, pass 'em the rock, an assist (score)
Feel like MoneyMakingMitch, shooter, I don't miss
Kill 'em whatever, bet not ever get it bent
Bitch you say you love to suck another nigga kept it real
Get the money, ain't no sense in funny
Did a bid, came then made her fuck him in front me
Back to back, cold-heart all assumptions
Now we far but you came back from travelin' outta states
While you other bitches​ hate back in the
Record saw why I had to fuck with who love me
And this WCW, to cheat on her husband
She from Colorado, she die with who thuggin'
While her fake was in prison, two niggas stuffed in the
Ball players runnin' on her and her buddies
Picture get you hated me over nothin', motherfucker

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