Luyện nghe bài hát Damn I'm Cold

See when I got money I went and got a Mercedes
When I got that Bentley money I went and got that
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
over 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, way four an' four makes eight
Nine times outta' ten its an eleven or a twelve
Friday the 13th that's the day that hell
But y'all boys too weak like days
I'm so why wouldn't I be
I be with Ben Frank so he startin' to look like me
I'm a smoke my weed cause I don't wanna smoke
And I pour four every I pour
Like, was you saying something
If you talkin' bout us then you ain't bout shit!

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

When I got slab money I put the Remy on blades
When I got that lac
I candied the
Gotta on my deck
A house or two on my
A couple cars on my
And bitch I'm to wreck
We bout to for Pimp C
So me a bottle
I'm to pop the top on em
Like a slab or a
it upside down
And pour it out for my bro
And pass me another one so I can out a little mo'
Fresher osmium
than wax floors
I'm slick as
Swingin' my lac
The Franklin's you foldin'
We to stack those
Before you play the
You gotta how to act, hoes!
and crank foes
And trunks of pain
Hangers give and hoes
And with nuts and hang
It ain't a
It never was and will
I put on my life
Bun B forever

Fuck you all right
at your neck like a fuckin' dog bites
I woke up this morning eyes closed
Looked into the mirror and said I'm cold
I'm cold and my hoe
Pimp shit nigga keep my hoe
Damn I'm man I'm throwed
I damn 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, face you feel the chill in yo
it be from Bun B or that boy Lil' Wayne

Or could it be the on them thangs
Got on a gold chains so dang it dang
I a thang, from lane to lane
Yeah, its getting hot and you starting to the flame
Bun

It's getting brick and you to feel a breeze
And the temperature's going
get you some sleeves
And you get you some G's
Fore you your control
And we turn your whole into the north pole

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

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