Luyện nghe bài hát Damn I'm Cold

See when I got Mercedes I went and got a Mercedes
When I got that Bentley money I went and got Bentley
Now if you ain't help me get it don't me how to spend it
And yes I know the rules, never marry Robin
Mozzarella bitches
So we call me them bitches heads
leap in that pussy like them green bay
Lambo look like sugar on the freeway
And I'm riding cause I'm so UGK
One, two, way four an' four makes eight
Nine times outta' ten its an eleven or a gauge
the 13th that's 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 my weed cause I don't wanna smoke yours
And I pour every time I pour
Like, was you something bitch
If you talkin' us then you ain't talkin' bout shit!

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

When I got that slab money I put the on blades
I got that lac money
I the Escalade
Gotta screw on my
A or two on my neck
A couple cars on my
And I'm ready to wreck
We to this for Pimp C
So me a bottle
I'm to pop the top on em
Like a slab or a
Turn it upside
And pour it out for my bro
And pass me one so I can pour out a little mo'
Fresher than
than wax floors
I'm slick as
Swingin' my lac
The you foldin' them
We tryin' to those
you play the role
You learn how to act, hoes!
Swingers and crank
And tippin' trunks of
Hangers give neck and
And flip with nuts and
It a thang
It never was and will
I put on my life
Bun B forever

Fuck you right all
Going at your neck a fuckin' dog bites
I woke up this morning eyes closed
Looked into the mirror and damn I'm cold
I'm cold and my hoe
Pimp nigga keep paying my hoe
Damn I'm man I'm throwed
I said damn I'm cold, hot 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 could it be the on them thangs
Got on a couple gold chains so it dang
I swang a thang, lane to lane
Yeah, its getting hot and you starting to feel the
Bun

It's getting brick and you to feel a breeze
And the going down
get you some sleeves
And you get you some G's
you lose your control
And we turn whole neighborhood 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 already
No pussies, no rats, no Tom and Jerry
And I woke up this morning half closed
into the mirror like damn I'm cold
Damn I'm and my hoe
Damn I'm cold, man I'm
I say damn I'm
Hot damn I'm