Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Summer

In with the legendary DJ Kay Slay

Gotta trust your aim 'cause no trust
All my gangstas

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

Another day (yeah,) different (yeah)
But the same old told
Even when it's outside
These streets can get so
Gotta love the 'cause ain't no love
And ain't gon' never change
trust 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 rings, bitch, I'm Derek Fisher
Ballin' super hard, you can the swisher
'S no one I met hard as I do
It's like I never even a fucking dollar
I'm a genius though, you can my IQ
Y'all lookin' when you pop your fucking collar
Take a breath, a toast
I seen the Devil take my soul
But he ain't gon' touch what he can't
This 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' to act a fool
Givin' bitches a "D" like we was at school
But that's if they got that bad attitude

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

Kept it street with you has beens, they entertainers
Yet they're going dumb, they go to you for favors
Talk your back by telling women that they made ya
of the slum, I be in 'em like broken bottles
Go to whippin' throttle, bending in the bottom
Did it like TIP, pull a click, then recline 'em
summer, swimmin' in the puddle with piranhas
GRR like bitch I ain't never knew my mama
Changed on the 1st, father wasn't shit
Sayin' she gaze at me all she see is dis
A nigga on his dick to help with the rent (why?)
she love me, I don't ever get the nerve to tell her shit
Cryin' on the inside, lookin' the fence
Looking up to ballers, time I reminisce
to the stars, I go hard with the bricks
Flip 'em 1 to 2, pass 'em the rock, make an (score)
like 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 dick kept it
Get the money, ain't no in actin' funny
Did a bid, came home then her fuck him in front me
Back to back, cold-heart makin' all
Now we goin' far but you back from travelin' outta states
While you other bitches​ back 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 niggas who
While her fake was in prison, two niggas in the cutty
Ball players runnin' trains on her and her
Picture get depicted you hated me nothin', motherfucker

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