Luyện nghe bài hát Cot' Damn

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

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

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

I understand that the is part of the game
But no mistake, you and I, we are not the same
Naw bitch, I'm liable to splatter ya
Light up ya world, 'til you start to 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 wit' the yay, movin' 12 for a zone, I'm gone

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

Cot damn, when that hits the pan
And back hard, I can account for every gram
And the streets 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, change came from blow, push the O's
Six lay close, hug the streets, I hug the beat, flows
Thug the streets, my love is deep, my pain

My hearts on a
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
I keep that sniff all seasons
Whether the is up or down
I keep a to pitch from, you don't have to shop around

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

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

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

I been if I die of starvation, things is up as is
So I bangs for my
Do you not the most affective way of gettin' money
Pull yo gun,

Leave and you see the situation be corrected
Lord Heavens, why I be so devilish
They say whatcha do comes back on you two
I shoulda been died, but I'm still walkin' around wit two

Who wants to be a Me, and you ain't got no more life lines
You a snitch nigga crime, go ahead and tell the police
every move you make, I'ma throw a slug
And hope you choke blood, nigga on breath you take

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

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