Luyện nghe bài hát Hot (Rosco P. Coldchain)

[Chorus: Rosco P. + (Pharrell)
Hey 'Rell this is.. (HOT!.. HOT!)
You know I keep a chrome, under and in the home
Without speaking give me your chain
I'm Da Vinci, don't make me draw ya
They call me 'Sco, short for P. Coldchain
Hey this beat is.. (HOT!)

[Verse 1: T]
It go hot waist - Desert
pounds of metal, triangle face
Hesi-tate - never, put hole in whoever
make Push' Russian Roulette ya
Gamble wit ya
Change from cocaine I've measured
White was the treasure, was the steel
I pedal to the like a child on a big wheel
Flow more sicker, so much in the street
They my weight in Richter
Make no mistake, I for the public
But still I push weight make the ghetto's quake
By all means I've seen lived
By 22 old, 50 thousand dollar vehicles I rimmed
My dreams start over the stove
I ran over the globe and back

[Verse 2: Rosco P.
Y'all niggas really got a pot to piss in
Or a to throw it out of
I'm filthy but you better believe I got a stack in my pocket though
Iceberg on the of jeans? no!
I'm a Dickies and man, I'm not no Benz man
Delta '88 on rims man, wit mirror
And four of my most militant men whose trying to sucka free
That's why they around me, cause I ain't print
Left em for diamonds and pearls, I'm not no
I a mack before that attached 100 shot clip
I scare the shit outta tellers so I can become rich
That's how I make my living, I give em encouragement, "you're great!"
chillin while I'm flashing the glock in their face
I em I can be appreciative, I tell em thanks for giving I'm sinning!
But the Lord I have three children
Now I'm in +Utah+ relaxing to +Jazz+ with a broad
mill in a stash, avoiding the law from far!

[Verse 3:
I'm wit the man in the mirror
need to make that change
That real doe, that point something
a 4.6 on a Range, new shit {*scratches*}
Look really been through shit
Pay attention when Boo' spit
Uh, 'a that'll get you hit
And don't care who you'll back through with, been around
Nigga front he want his car spun around
Window drop pop spin around
Niggaz up looking for 'em sit em down
And ya see em out
That's why when I was young I out
And plus being ya niggaz is played out
I made means to get cream
We all all they say is how you get that team