Luyện nghe bài hát Hot (Rosco P. Coldchain)

[Chorus: Rosco P. + (Pharrell)
Hey 'Rell this is.. (HOT!.. HOT!)
You know I a chrome, under seats and in the home
Without you'll give me your chain
I'm Da Vinci, make me draw ya pain
They me 'Sco, short for Rosco P. Coldchain
Hey this beat is.. (HOT!)

1: Pusha T]
It go hot waist - Desert
pounds of metal, triangle face
Hesi-tate - never, I'll put in whoever
Don't make Push' Roulette ya
wit ya life
Change from cocaine I've measured
White was the treasure, comfort was the
I to the corner like a child on a big wheel
Flow more sicker, so much shake in the
They measure my in Richter
Make no mistake, I for the public
But still I push that make the ghetto's quake
By all I've seen I've lived
By 22 years old, 50 thousand dollar I rimmed
{*scratches*} My dreams over the stove
I ran the globe and back again

[Verse 2: P. Coldchain]
Y'all niggas really got a pot to piss in
Or a to throw it out of
I'm filthy but you believe I got over a stack in my pocket though
on the seams of jeans? no!
I'm a Dickies and Timbs man, I'm not no man
Delta '88 on rims man, wit tint
And four of my most militant men whose to stay sucka free
That's why they around me, cause I ain't print
Left em for diamonds and pearls, I'm not no
I choose a mack before attached 100 shot clip
I scare the shit outta bank tellers so I can rich
how I make my living, I give em encouragement, "you're doing great!"
Keep chillin 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 knows I have children
Now I'm somewhere in +Utah+ relaxing to +Jazz+ a broad
Quarter mill in a stash, the law from far!

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