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
Philly we up in here, we all live
I'm puffin this Cohiba mami coolin' her
All she seem to do is play it cool f'real
She be pushin', pop vessel, and her is ill
But her hand, keep on the woodgrain wheel
But it's cool, we never slippin' there's moves to make
when what we talkin' ain't ya usual cake
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 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 for years, you'll never get this fool

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

Hip-Hop my 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, make her bet
Funny son you threat, I ain't shakin' yet
chillin', tougher than penicillin
From the where the crooked cops killin' like a villain
Children, in the gettin' rocked by they buildings
And brothers, 'cross the board gettin' knocked by the
The stress, got me ignitin' the potent marijuana
to play it cooler than a polar bear colony
You feel the music know I'm over 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 'gwan do that stuff
It's not sound system 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 know the rules)
(Hey, stay cool, cool)
(Yeah hah hah, cool)

Yeah, when I'm crusin' in my vehicle, the harass me
never ride past me, they really comin' at me right
They want to know where the drugs and cash be
Probably want to get me to run, so can blast me
Just, blast me in box, play my shit
I know it's crowded at the top, I'm on the tip
And that's as up at the top, as a brother could get
And how I do it a lot of muh'fuckers upset
But fine, re-gizzlin' I'm back for mine
In y'all gettin' tired 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 when I lower the lens frames
I'm than Clyde Stubblefield, drummer for James
Hip-Hop is out of Hustleville, for change
I exercise a muscle build, breakin' the chains
And I'm

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