Luyện nghe bài hát Stay Cool

Bass for your face, highs for your
blink, Black Ink has arrived, all rise
Rudebwoys keep dem thing at side, be alright
Muh'fuckers Philly we up in here, we all
I'm puffin this Cohiba coolin' her heels
All she seem to do is play it cool f'real
She be pushin', pop vessel, and her is ill
But her hand, keep slippin on the woodgrain
But it's cool, we never slippin' there's moves to make
Especially when what we talkin' ya usual cake
I pump bass for y'all apes, to get charged
Nah, I'm not a dealer, I'm a at large
We in the wind the roof back, lettin' the breeze hit us
The bathrobe on with and slippers
to pay a visit to whoever on the hit list
Some of y'all been tryin' for years, you'll get this fool

it out (stay cool) stay cool daddy (stay cool)
Stay ma (hey, hey) c'mon
(Stay cool motherfuckers y'all the rules)
(Hey, cool, stay cool)
it is (Yeah hah hah, stay cool)

Hip-Hop my main bitch, I got a few on the
The game y'all I'm doin' my job
Go up against enormous
break a sweat, money make her bet
Funny son you threat, I ain't shakin' yet
Twenty-fo'/sev' chillin', than penicillin
From the block the crooked cops killin' like a villain
Children, in the hood gettin' by they buildings
And brothers, 'cross the gettin' knocked by the millions
The stress, got me ignitin' the marijuana leaf
to play it cooler than a polar bear colony
You feel the music know I'm over there
Pimpin on the same system that shorted me
I got the of a young Sam Cooke when I spit
It make you want to a new dance up
It's all to the good shorty do that stuff
It's not sound system rockin steady as us
And it's

(Stay cool) (stay cool) stay cool ha
(Hey, hey) check it out, and
(Stay cool motherfuckers y'all know the rules)
(Hey, stay cool, cool)
(Yeah hah hah, cool)

Yeah, when I'm crusin' in my vehicle, the chase me
They never ride past me, they really at me right
want to know where the drugs guns and cash be
Probably to get me to run, so they can blast me
Just, blast me in your box, my shit
I know crowded at the top, cause I'm on the tip
And that's as high up at the top, as a could get
And how I do it make a lot of muh'fuckers
But it's fine, re-gizzlin' I'm for mine
In case gettin' tired of the same ol' shine
And I'm calm, calculated and perfectly
The way I'm what is a surgery of rhyme
It's not a thang when I lower the gradient frames
I'm cooler Clyde Stubblefield, drummer for James
Hip-Hop is out of Hustleville, for change
I 'til a muscle build, breakin' the chains
And I'm

(Stay cool) (stay cool) (hey, hey)
(Stay cool y'all know the rules)
(Hey, stay cool, cool)
(Yeah hah hah, cool)