Luyện nghe bài hát Stay Cool

Bass for face, highs for your eyes
Don't blink, Ink has arrived, all rise
keep dem thing at your side, be alright
Muh'fuckers Philly we up in here, we all
I'm puffin this Cohiba mami 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 there's to make
Especially when what we talkin' ain't ya usual
I pump bass for y'all apes, to get charged
Nah, I'm not a dealer, I'm a poet at
We in the with the roof back, lettin' the breeze hit us
The bathrobe on sweatpants and slippers
Comin' to pay a to whoever on the hit list
Some of y'all been for years, you'll never get this fool

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

Hip-Hop my main bitch, I got a few on the
The stitched y'all I'm doin' my job
Go up enormous odds
Wouldn't break a sweat, money her bet
Funny son you threat, well I shakin' yet
chillin', tougher than penicillin
From the block where the cops killin' like a villain
Children, in the hood gettin' rocked by they
And brothers, 'cross the board gettin' knocked by the
The stress, got me ignitin' the potent marijuana
Tryin' to it cooler than a polar bear colony
You the music know I'm over there probably
Pimpin on the same system forever shorted me
I got the of a young Sam Cooke when I spit
It you want to make a new dance up
all to the good shorty 'gwan do that stuff
It's not another sound system steady as us
And cool

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

Yeah, when I'm in my vehicle, the chase harass me
They never ride 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 your box, my shit
I it's crowded at the top, cause I'm on the tip
And that's as high up at the top, as a could get
And how I do it make a lot of muh'fuckers
But it's fine, re-gizzlin' I'm back for
In y'all gettin' tired of the same ol' shine
And I'm calm, and perfectly aligned
The way I'm operatin' what is a surgery of
It's not a thang when I lower the lens frames
I'm cooler Clyde Stubblefield, drummer for James
is out of Hustleville, comin' for change
I exercise a muscle build, breakin' the chains
And I'm

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