Luyện nghe bài hát Cole Summer

now this right here is not a
I to let it goo

Now this right here is not a
of what the album gonna bring you, or nothing that
I share things I think quietly with that admire me
R'member MTV diaries? something like that
I my heart up on my sleeve, and I, bleed for you
Cooking hoping to reach like each one you
When I release, trust if you feel my shit is weak
you see me in the street, then speak, I'll refund you
This sample was "loop me!" , Ms. Hill Please don't sue me
I ain't one of those rappers out there fronting like he got it, ni**a
I f**kin' got it ni**a
Throwing thusands in the strip club with
difference is I'm throwing four, he's fifty
Lord, me
B****es saying "you a rapper ni**a, ain't you to tip more?"
I don't see no p***y, baby, ain't you to strip more?
Confessions of a ass ni**a
But I finally put my mommy in that E class,
And I told her quit job, but hold your horses
If my next album flops it's to the post office both of us, s**t
they're saying that's a real
the thought alone is me

I think to let it go
I to let it go
I think I to, let it go, let it go let it go
I I need to let it go
Cause nothing even

2:
Anticipating rain I can't make the same mistakes
them 90's ni**as the game
and us with a battered and bruised b***h, with a few kids
the p**sy loose, but the truth is I love her
she ain't but who is?
Hoes saying "cole you is" be silly ma
Cause I really I'm just a born sinner the opposite of a
Cole summer, I predict another
Cause I'm finta, knowledge like a 5 percenter
F**k the Bilderberg, nigga show 'em God ya
Rhyme with the skill, as if Nas to
College on scholarship met pac and "I'm down with ya?"
And when they writing rhymes they f***ing lined sisters
Puffing on swishers, what's up
I drop I et the net popping like Lebron swishes
Kay me kill ya, and I gotta respect my mum wishes
When I let go this how my mind
No back, don't even want to see my prom pictures
Pardon the rhyme scheme, I I'm long winded
Let me switch it now, its back to hell's now
Up in Hova like, he the f***ing principal
Put me in Stargate, that s**t was like detonation now
Jus telling my so dissing ain't my intention now
drop a couple hits and all the pay attention now
A shame when you the ins and outs of the game
And reminisce a Jermaine in the south
Rappin' out with all the niggas that's cool to you
Just to realize that them was fooling you
And they ain't who they say they said where
Talk about the streets, but nigga they ain't really where were
Acting just like there they were, but who am I to
That's neither or there
Just know my nigga, I just being aware
If I had one wish, I would fuck Tia and Tamera, at the time
And put name on they titties so I don't get they name wrong
"Game on!!"
Like World, that just came on
I'm now
5 days to the album,
I'm now
took a break sampling now
Just to say a few to this b***h named Summer
June will make four years I gave you my number
"The warm up dropped, I got hot, you calling it
And Jay dropped autotune, you wanted him s**t,
Play my position, the whole still wishing
A year later put his key in your ignition
And I my fellas
I dropped Friday Night Lights in the winter just to make her
Wanted to drop the in the summer
But the label didn't think that could sell it
Recoup the first week, I think it ain't the s**t that can tell us
Do you
Its been a long coming to this thing between you and me
I let it go