Luyện nghe bài hát Stay Cool

Bass for your face, highs for eyes
Don't blink, Black Ink has arrived, all
Rudebwoys keep dem thing at side, be alright
Philly we up in here, we all live
I'm puffin this Cohiba coolin' her heels
All she ever seem to do is 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 there's moves to
Especially when what we ain't ya usual cake
I pump bass for y'all bathin' apes, to get
Nah, I'm not a dealer, I'm a at large
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 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 motherfuckers know the rules)
(Hey, stay cool, cool)
There it is (Yeah hah hah, cool)

my main bitch, I got a few on the side
The game stitched I'm doin' my job
Go up enormous odds
Wouldn't break a sweat, money her bet
son you threat, well I ain't shakin' yet
Twenty-fo'/sev' chillin', tougher than
From the block where the crooked cops killin' a villain
Children, in the hood rocked by they buildings
And brothers, 'cross the gettin' knocked by the millions
The stress, got me ignitin' the potent leaf
Tryin' to play it cooler than a bear colony
You feel the music know I'm there probably
Pimpin on the system that forever shorted me
I got the of a young Sam Cooke when I spit
It make you want to make a new up
It's all to the shorty 'gwan do that stuff
It's not another sound rockin steady as us
And it's

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

Yeah, I'm crusin' in my vehicle, the chase harass me
They never ride past me, they really comin' at me
They to know where the drugs guns and cash be
Probably want to get me to run, so they can me
Just, blast me in your box, 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 brother get
And how I do it make a lot of muh'fuckers
But fine, re-gizzlin' I'm back for mine
In case y'all gettin' tired of the same ol'
And I'm calm, calculated and aligned
The way I'm operatin' 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, for change
I exercise 'til a build, breakin' the chains
And I'm

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