Luyện nghe bài hát Cot' Damn

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

They just can't understand or fathom my
appearance to how I pack the ninas
Out of two, they say, malice the meanest
Got love for guns and caine, let nothin' come us

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

I understand that the envy is of the game
But no mistake, you and I, we are not the same
Naw bitch, I'm liable to ya shit
up ya world, 'til you start to stagger and shit

Watch how them hollows straight, ya shit
And I it to y'all, to freestyle and battle and shit
That's not me, I'm at home 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 that white the pan
And back hard, I can account for every gram
And the molded the man I am
The pimp, the hustler, the crook, the killer,

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

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

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

They me 'Pusha' for one reason
'Cause I keep sniff all seasons
the price is up or down
I keep a to pitch from, you don't have to shop around

it come to the money, I get stealth
Three guns is fortune, and I don't mind my wealth, dog
I know my life, I been around the world thrice times
I mean what I say, from that sun, the French chanzalize

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

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

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

Leave and watch you see the be corrected
Lord Heavens, why must I be so
say whatcha do comes back on you two times
I shoulda been died, but I'm still walkin' wit two nines

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

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

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