Luyện nghe bài hát Damn I'm Cold

See I got Mercedes money I went and got a Mercedes
When I got Bentley money I went and got that Bentley
Now if you ain't help me get it don't me how to spend it
And yes I the rules, never marry Robin Givens
Mozzarella over
So we call me them cheese heads
Lambo leap in that pussy them green bay
Lambo look like sugar on the freeway
And I'm riding dirty I'm so UGK
One, two, three way an' four makes eight
times outta' ten its an eleven or a twelve gauge
Friday the 13th the day that hell raised
But y'all boys too weak fourteen days
I'm so clean why I be
I be with Ben Frank so he startin' to look like me
I'm a smoke my weed cause I don't smoke yours
And I pour every time I pour
Like, was you saying something
If you bout us then you ain't talkin' bout shit!

I up this mornin' eyes half closed
And looked in the mirror and say damn I'm
I'm cold and my hoes
Pimp shit keep payin' my hoes
Damn I'm man I'm cold
I say damn I'm
Hot damn I'm

When I got that slab I put the Remy on blades
When I got that lac
I the Escalade
Gotta screw on my
A or two on my neck
A couple on my wrist
And bitch I'm to wreck
We bout to for Pimp C
So pass me a
I'm to pop the top on em
Like a or a model
Turn it down
And pour it out for my bro
And me another one so I can pour out a little mo'
Fresher than
Cleaner than wax
I'm slick as
Swingin' my lac
The you foldin' them
We tryin' to those
you play the role
You gotta how to act, hoes!
Swingers and foes
And tippin' trunks of
give neck and hoes
And with nuts and hang
It ain't a
It was and never will
I put that on my
Bun B trill

Fuck you right all
Going at neck like a fuckin' dog bites
I woke up this eyes half closed
Looked the mirror and said damn I'm cold
I'm cold and my hoe
Pimp shit nigga paying my hoe
Damn I'm cold man I'm
I damn I'm cold, hot damn I'm cold

Is it the ice in the piece or the ice in the
Is it the ice in the or the ice in the rings?
Or the bracelet, face you feel the in yo veins
Could it be from Bun B or that boy Wayne

Or it be the two-seater on them thangs
Got on a gold chains so dang it dang
I swang a thang, lane to lane
Yeah, its getting hot and you starting to feel the
Bun

getting brick and you starting to feel a breeze
And the temperature's going
Best'a get you sleeves
And you get you some G's
Fore you lose your
And we turn your whole neighborhood the north pole

brr
gun brr
I am a grr
Money brr
F-U-C-K
I say I know when they say
Yeah!

Ok you already
No pussies, no rats, no Tom and Jerry
And I woke up this morning half closed
Looked into the mirror like I'm cold
I'm cold and my hoe
Damn I'm cold, man I'm
I say damn I'm
Hot I'm cold