Luyện nghe bài hát Stay Cool

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

Check it out (stay cool) stay cool (stay cool)
Stay cool ma (hey, hey)
(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 stitched y'all I'm my job
Go up against enormous
Wouldn't break a sweat, money her bet
Funny son you threat, I ain't shakin' yet
Twenty-fo'/sev' chillin', tougher penicillin
From the block where the crooked cops killin' a villain
Children, in the hood gettin' rocked by they
And brothers, the board gettin' knocked by the millions
The stress, got me ignitin' the potent marijuana
to play it cooler than a polar bear colony
You feel the know I'm over there probably
Pimpin on the system that forever shorted me
I got the soul of a young Sam Cooke I spit
It make you want to a new dance up
It's all to the good 'gwan do that stuff
It's not another system rockin steady as us
And cool

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

Yeah, when I'm crusin' in my vehicle, the chase me
They ride past me, they really comin' at me right
They 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 brother get
And how I do it a lot of muh'fuckers upset
But it's fine, re-gizzlin' I'm for mine
In case y'all gettin' tired of the 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 lens
I'm cooler than Clyde Stubblefield, for James
Hip-Hop is out of Hustleville, comin' for
I exercise a muscle build, breakin' the chains
And I'm

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