Luyện nghe bài hát Stay Cool

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

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

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

(Stay cool) yeah (stay cool) stay ha
(Hey, hey) it out, and just
(Stay cool motherfuckers know the rules) yeah
(Hey, cool, stay cool)
(Yeah hah hah, cool)

Yeah, when I'm crusin' in my vehicle, the chase me
They never past me, they really comin' at me right
They to know where the drugs guns and cash be
Probably want to get me to run, so can blast me
Just, blast me in box, play 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, I'm back for mine
In case y'all gettin' tired of the ol' shine
And I'm calm, calculated and aligned
The way I'm what is a surgery of rhyme
It's not a thang I lower the gradient lens frames
I'm cooler Clyde Stubblefield, drummer for James
Hip-Hop is out of Hustleville, comin' for
I 'til a muscle build, breakin' the chains
And I'm

(Stay cool) (stay cool) (hey, hey)
(Stay cool motherfuckers know the rules)
(Hey, cool, stay cool)
(Yeah hah hah, cool)