Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Summer

In here with the DJ Kay Slay

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

up the premises, I been a dick
Ain't beneficial, I'm 'bout to your nemesis
Evacuate the buildin' I come through
your feelin's when I come through
Tire marks and gun smoke
OGs reminisce and show
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
Summertime always the
do you dirty like the projects
Twenty-five? Then you are the
This is the feelin' you get when you
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 old story's told
Even when it's warm
These streets can get so
Gotta the game 'cause ain't no love
And that ain't never change
Gotta your aim 'cause ain't no trust
All my understand

liquor, pair of Bape slippers
Blue for the dollar, I'm in Pittsburgh
Young Mac with rings, bitch, I'm Fisher
super hard, you can smell the swisher
'S no one I met hard as I do
It's like I never even a fucking dollar
I'm a though, you can check my IQ
Y'all lookin' stupid you pop your fucking collar
Take a breath, a toast
I seen the tryna take my soul
But he ain't gon' what he can't 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" we was back at school
But that's if they got that bad attitude

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

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

Trust your aim ain't no trust
All my understand
Another day, time
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' change
Gotta trust your aim 'cause no trust
All my understand