Luyện nghe bài hát Damn I'm Cold

See when I got Mercedes money I went and got a
When I got that Bentley money I went and got Bentley
Now if you ain't me get it don't tell me how to spend it
And yes I know the rules, never Robin Givens
Mozzarella bitches
So we call me them bitches heads
Lambo in that pussy like them green bay
sweet 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 that's the day that hell
But y'all too weak like fourteen days
I'm so why wouldn't I be
I be with Ben Frank so much he startin' to look me
I'm a smoke my weed I don't wanna smoke yours
And I pour four every I pour
Like, was you saying something
If you talkin' bout us then you ain't talkin' shit!

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

When I got that slab I put the Remy on blades
I got that lac money
I the Escalade
Gotta screw on my
A house or two on my
A cars on my wrist
And bitch I'm ready to
We bout to for Pimp C
So pass me a
I'm to pop the top on em
a slab or a model
Turn it upside
And pour it out for my bro
And pass me another one so I can pour out a mo'
Fresher osmium
Cleaner wax floors
I'm as aluminum
my lac doors
The Franklin's you them
We tryin' to stack
Before you the role
You learn how to act, hoes!
Swingers and foes
And tippin' of pain
give neck and hoes
And with nuts and hang
It a thang
It never was and never
I put that on my
Bun B trill

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

Is it the ice in the or the ice in the chains?
Is it the ice in the watch or the ice in the
Or the bracelet, you feel the chill 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 couple gold so dang it dang
I swang a thang, from to lane
Yeah, its getting hot and you to feel the flame
Bun

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

brr
gun brr
I am a grr
Money brr
C-O-P's
I say I know when they say
Yeah!

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