Luyện nghe bài hát Got Damn

Cot damn, a new day
Cot damn, but the wanted money
Hoo, hoo, hoo, oh, cot

just can't understand or fathom my demeanor
Unapproachable appearance to how I the ninas
Out of two, Clipse say, malice the meanest
Got love for guns and caine, let nothin' come us

You me for a rapper, huh
Well that makes me an actor, 'cause I rather clap a gun
And buck on them who hate
Who be in my shoes? Live my life, but can't carry my weight

I understand that the envy is part of the
But make no mistake, you and I, we are not the
Naw bitch, I'm liable to ya shit
Light up ya world, 'til you to stagger and shit

Watch how them straight, rattle ya shit
And I leave it to y'all, to freestyle and battle and
not me, I'm more at home wit the chrome
Or that wit' the yay, movin' 12 for a zone, I'm gone

Cot damn, a new day
Cot damn, but the nigga money

Cot damn, that white hits the pan
And comes back hard, I can account for every
And the streets the man I am
The pimp, the hustler, the crook, the killer,

Traits of a blow dealer, cost my
I hustle, I'm rich, blow scrilla, I'm the torch carry the game
The flame I throw, crack change came blow, push the O's
Six lay close, hug the streets, I hug the beat, flows
Thug the streets, my is deep, my pain shows

My hearts on a
Nigga they gave they soul and hearts to mistreat you
Nigga told, they breakin' my on the streets so
Watch the phonies, ya homies
We pop, pop, drop you

Cot damn, a new day
Cot damn, but the nigga money

They me 'Pusha' for one reason
'Cause I keep that all seasons
Whether the price is up or
I keep a to pitch from, you don't have to shop around

When it come to the money, I get
Three guns is fortune, and I don't mind my wealth, dog
I know about my life, I been around the thrice times
I mean what I say, that Panama sun, the French chanzalize

so deep-rooted, I can't turn away
The sell base is now, somewhat
Hear I say, please don't confuse it
My verses heal, like Curt Mayfield's
(Are you a pusha?)
right, I treat ya nose to hook ya
And only pull to cook ya, partner

Cot damn, a new day
Cot damn, but the wanted money

I been if I die of starvation, is fucked up as is
So I bangs for my
Do you not know the most affective way of money
Pull yo gun,

and watch you see the situation be corrected
Lord Heavens, why must I be so
say whatcha do comes back on you two times
I shoulda been died, but I'm still around wit two nines

Who wants to be a millionaire? Me, and you ain't got no more lines
You a snitch nigga fightin' crime, go ahead and the police
'Cause every you make, I'ma throw a slug
And hope you choke blood, nigga on breath you take

Not to be broke, 'cause Coldchain fate
Natural from me, [Incomprehensible], field to the limit
Head to the menace, loud talking gibberish
Ground beef, I deliver it, you cock the mineral [Incomprehensible], for
Live in the room, searchin' to hurtin' you

Cot damn, a new day
Cot damn, but the nigga wanted
Hoo, hoo, hoo
Cot