Luyện nghe bài hát Cot' Damn

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

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

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

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

Watch how them hollows straight, 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 wit' the yay, 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 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 blow dealer, my fame
I hustle, I'm rich, blow scrilla, I'm the torch that carry the
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 hearts on a
Nigga that they gave they and hearts to mistreat you
Nigga told, they breakin' my on the streets so
the phonies, watch ya homies
We pop, pop, you homey

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not to be broke, 'cause Coldchain witness
Natural spittin' from me, [Incomprehensible], field to the
to the menace, loud niggas 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 nigga wanted
Hoo, hoo, hoo
Cot