Luyện nghe bài hát Cot' Damn

Cot damn, a new day
Cot damn, but the nigga money
Hoo, hoo, hoo, oh, cot

They just understand or fathom my demeanor
Unapproachable to how I pack the ninas
Out of two, Clipse they say, malice the
Got love for guns and caine, let nothin' come us

You me for a rapper, huh
Well that makes me an actor, I would rather clap a gun
And buck on them who hate
Who wanna be in my shoes? my life, but can't carry my weight

I understand that the envy is part of the
But make no mistake, you and I, we are not the
Naw bitch, I'm to splatter ya shit
Light up ya world, you start to stagger and shit

Watch how hollows straight, rattle ya shit
And I leave it to y'all, to freestyle and battle and
That's not me, I'm more at wit the chrome
Or that play wit' the yay, movin' 12 for a zone, I'm

Cot damn, a new day
Cot damn, but the nigga wanted

Cot damn, when white hits the pan
And comes back hard, I can account for every
And the molded the man I am
The pimp, the hustler, the crook, the killer,

Traits of a dealer, cost my fame
I hustle, I'm rich, scrilla, I'm the torch that carry the game
The I throw, crack change came from blow, push the O's
Six lay close, hug the streets, I hug the beat, change
Thug the streets, my love is deep, my shows

My on a sleevea
Nigga that they gave they soul and hearts to you
told, they breakin' my heart on the streets so
Watch the phonies, watch ya
We pop, pop, you homey

Cot damn, a new day
Cot damn, but the wanted money

They call me 'Pusha' for one
'Cause I that sniff all seasons
Whether the price is up or
I keep a mound to pitch from, you don't have to around

it come to the money, I get stealth
Three guns is fortune, and I mind sharin' my wealth, dog
I know about my life, I been around the world times
I mean what I say, from that Panama sun, the French

Grind so deep-rooted, I can't away
The sell is now, somewhat therapeutic
what I say, please don't confuse it
My verses heal, Curt Mayfield's music
(Are you a pusha?)
Damn right, I treat ya nose to ya
And pull back to cook ya, partner

Cot damn, a new day
Cot damn, but the wanted money

I been if I die of starvation, is fucked up as is
So I for my cabbage
Do you not know the affective way of gettin' money
yo gun, rapid

Leave and watch you see the situation be
Heavens, why must I be so devilish
They say whatcha do back on you two times
I shoulda been died, but I'm walkin' around wit two nines

Who wants to be a millionaire? Me, and you got no more life lines
You a snitch nigga fightin' crime, go and tell the police
'Cause every move you make, throw a slug
And hope you choke blood, on every breath you take

Not to be broke, Coldchain fate witness
spittin' from me, [Incomprehensible], field to the limit
Head to the menace, loud talking gibberish
Ground beef, I deliver it, you cock the [Incomprehensible], for certain
Live in the livin' room, to hurtin' you

Cot damn, a new day
Cot damn, but the wanted money
Hoo, hoo, hoo
Cot