Luyện nghe bài hát Colder Days

Motherfuckers talkin bout climate
How it's getting
cold out this motherfucker
Real cold, it's a real cold right now
You what I'm sayin?
You just better keep heat on em
real

I'm tryin to these demons off
Not - how a nigga gotta plead in court
red, they be wonderin what we done mourned
God got a lightning rod, it when you see a boss
And I be this for how long?
Knock it out the park when push the real boss
No down, everything is all paid for
Niggas after mine, you know we got stay before us
Clap clap and I ain't bout a stripper's ass
Bangin out, whippin took all these cameras flash
You fuckin with a titan, you wanna catch me
Oh you're everywhere, got that home advantage
I your soul leavin the fuckin planet
And I ain't tryna put this rap the spin we can get
You a flavor of the month, career gon need a bandage
When I'm finished with the toe taggin

These colder days, everything 0
Fuck loved, it's better when these cowards fear you
Never isolate and your enemies near you
'Cause any chance they get, these motherfuckers try to you
Speakin from the point of niggas, they try to hear you
Fuck a homie, try to er, look what happened to halos
Let's get shit rockin
You all blind, enough to get you out of in no time

Little time, is all about choices
Cops are telling me to get dead man voices
Pictured myself up in them Rolls
So anything to me was very pointless
I'm up the block with the top off
Choppas on deck, blocked off
Throwing up in the hood, have me
Life in the line of fire, cover the of my voice
No fun when the party ain't a to you
Tryin to away and now the police stick the body to you
First 48 gotta keep your lips
Next 48 part of the newest
My on patrol tryna figure who squealed
Right before you feed the beponies just get they pealed
They just talk about move all the gold
headshots are playin the bridges over and you're dead

I'm strolling in my long and Shawty underneath
Disappearing like my is Merlin
The magician, have you leakin that
go to cuff, track him down like a mad memory
Man listen, these actin like women
Soon to get you, he's on his ass pimpin
Out the back door, runnin when they off
Til I deck em in the catch, makin house

The streets is as ice
with precision, boy don't slip ah
Got your foreign
hoodie season, nigga give it up
My mama was cryin cuz it
Because in life that's just
This I've grown just as cold
It's but colder days
It's nothing but colder
So ouchea,
It's nothing but days
Days,
It's nothing but colder