Luyện nghe bài hát Stay Cool

Bass for face, highs for your eyes
Don't blink, Black Ink has arrived, all
keep dem thing at your side, be alright
Muh'fuckers we up in here, we all live
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' when moves to make
Especially what we talkin' ain't ya usual cake
I pump bass for y'all bathin' apes, to get
Nah, I'm not a dealer, I'm a poet at
We in the wind with the back, lettin' the breeze hit us
The bathrobe on with sweatpants and
to pay a visit to whoever on the hit list
Some of y'all been tryin' for years, you'll get this fool

Check it out (stay cool) cool daddy (stay cool)
cool ma (hey, hey) c'mon
(Stay motherfuckers y'all know the rules)
(Hey, stay cool, cool)
There it is (Yeah hah hah, 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
Wouldn't break a sweat, make her bet
Funny son you threat, well I ain't yet
Twenty-fo'/sev' chillin', tougher penicillin
From the where the crooked cops killin' like a villain
Children, in the hood gettin' by they buildings
And brothers, the board gettin' knocked by the millions
The stress, got me ignitin' the potent leaf
to play it cooler than a polar bear colony
You feel the music I'm over there probably
Pimpin on the same system forever shorted me
I got the soul of a Sam Cooke when I spit
It make you want to a new dance up
It's all to the good shorty 'gwan do that
It's not another system rockin steady as us
And cool

(Stay cool) yeah (stay cool) stay ha
(Hey, hey) check it out, and
(Stay cool motherfuckers y'all know the rules)
(Hey, cool, stay 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 want to get me to run, so they can me
Just, me in your box, play my shit
I know it's crowded at the top, I'm on the tip
And that's as high up at the top, as a could get
And how I do it a lot of muh'fuckers upset
But it's fine, I'm back for mine
In case y'all 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 lens
I'm than Clyde Stubblefield, drummer 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 cool motherfuckers know the rules)
(Hey, cool, stay cool)
(Yeah hah hah, cool)