Luyện nghe bài hát Cot' Damn

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

They can't understand or fathom my demeanor
appearance to how I pack the ninas
Out of two, Clipse they say, the meanest
Got love for guns and caine, let nothin' 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 be in my shoes? Live 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 liable to splatter ya
up ya world, 'til you start to stagger and shit

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

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

Cot damn, when white 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, my fame
I hustle, I'm rich, blow scrilla, I'm the torch that the game
The flame I throw, crack change from blow, push the O's
Six lay close, hug the streets, I hug the beat, flows
Thug the streets, my is deep, my pain shows

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

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

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

When it to the money, I get stealth
Three is fortune, and I don't mind sharin' 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 turn
The base is now, somewhat therapeutic
Hear 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 pull back to cook ya,

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 for my cabbage
Do you not know the most affective way of gettin'
Pull yo gun,

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

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

Not to be broke, Coldchain fate witness
Natural spittin' me, [Incomprehensible], field to the limit
Head to the menace, loud niggas gibberish
beef, I deliver it, you cock 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