Luyện nghe bài hát Stay Cool

Bass for your face, highs for your
Don't blink, Black Ink has arrived, all
Rudebwoys keep dem at your side, be alright
Muh'fuckers we up in here, we all live
I'm puffin this mami 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 to make
when what we talkin' ain't ya usual cake
I bass for y'all bathin' apes, to get charged
Nah, I'm not a dealer, I'm a at large
We in the wind with the roof back, lettin' the hit us
The on with sweatpants and slippers
to pay a visit to whoever on the hit list
Some of been tryin' for years, you'll never 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 bitch, I got a few on the side
The stitched y'all I'm doin' my job
Go up enormous odds
Wouldn't break a sweat, make her bet
son you threat, well I ain't shakin' yet
Twenty-fo'/sev' chillin', than penicillin
From the block where the crooked cops like 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 know I'm over there probably
Pimpin on the same system that forever me
I got the soul of a young Sam Cooke I spit
It make you to make 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) yeah (stay cool) stay ha
(Hey, hey) check it out, and
(Stay cool y'all know the rules) yeah
(Hey, stay cool, cool)
(Yeah hah hah, cool)

Yeah, I'm crusin' in my vehicle, the chase harass me
They ride past me, they really comin' at me right
They want to where the drugs guns and cash be
Probably want to get me to run, so can blast me
Just, blast me in your box, my shit
I know it's 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 make a lot of muh'fuckers
But fine, re-gizzlin' I'm back for mine
In case y'all gettin' of the same ol' shine
And I'm calm, and perfectly 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, for change
I exercise 'til a muscle build, the chains
And I'm

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