Luyện nghe bài hát Damn I'm Cold

See when I got Mercedes 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 know the rules, never Robin Givens
Mozzarella over
So we call me bitches cheese heads
Lambo leap in pussy like them green bay
Lambo sweet look like sugar on the
And I'm dirty cause I'm so UGK
One, two, way four an' four makes eight
Nine outta' ten its an eleven or a twelve gauge
the 13th that's the day that hell raised
But y'all boys too like fourteen days
I'm so clean why I be
I be with Ben Frank so much he to look like me
I'm a smoke my weed cause I don't wanna yours
And I pour every time I pour
Like, was you saying something
If you talkin' us then you ain't talkin' bout shit!

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

I got that slab money I put the Remy on blades
When I got lac money
I candied the
screw 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
Turn it down
And it out for my lil' bro
And pass me one so I can pour out a little mo'
than osmium
Cleaner than wax
I'm slick as
Swingin' my lac
The Franklin's you foldin'
We tryin' to those
you play the role
You gotta how to act, hoes!
Swingers and crank
And trunks of pain
Hangers give and hoes
And with nuts and hang
It a thang
It was and never will
I put that on my
Bun B forever

Fuck you all right
at your neck like a fuckin' dog bites
I woke up morning eyes half closed
Looked into the mirror and said I'm cold
Damn I'm 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 watch or the ice in the
Or the bracelet, face you feel the in yo veins
it be from Bun B or that boy Lil' Wayne

Or it be the two-seater on them thangs
Got on a couple gold chains so it dang
I swang a thang, from lane to
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 sleeves
And you best'a get you G's
you lose your control
And we turn your neighborhood into the north pole

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

Ok you knew
No pussies, no rats, no Tom and show
And I woke up this eyes half closed
Looked into the mirror damn 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