Luyện nghe bài hát Cot' Damn

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

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

You me for a rapper, huh
Well that makes me an actor, I would rather clap a gun
And buck on them niggas who
Who wanna be in my shoes? Live my life, but carry my weight

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

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

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

Cot damn, when that white the pan
And comes 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 dealer, cost my fame
I hustle, I'm rich, blow scrilla, I'm the that carry the game
The flame I throw, crack change came from blow, the O's
Six lay close, hug the streets, I hug the beat, change
Thug the streets, my is deep, my pain shows

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

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

They call me for one reason
'Cause I keep that all seasons
Whether the price is up or
I keep a mound to pitch from, you have to shop around

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

Grind so deep-rooted, I can't away
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 nose to 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, 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 be corrected
Heavens, why must I be so devilish
They say whatcha do comes back on you two
I been died, but I'm still walkin' around wit two nines

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

Not to be broke, Coldchain fate witness
Natural from me, [Incomprehensible], field to the limit
Head to the menace, 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 wanted money
Hoo, hoo, hoo
Cot