Luyện nghe bài hát Stay Cool

Bass for your face, highs for your
Don't blink, Black Ink has arrived, all
keep dem thing at your side, be alright
Muh'fuckers Philly we up in here, we all
I'm puffin Cohiba mami coolin' her heels
All she ever 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 moves to
Especially when we talkin' ain't ya usual cake
I pump bass for bathin' apes, to get charged
Nah, I'm not a dealer, I'm a at large
We in the with the roof back, lettin' the breeze hit us
The bathrobe on sweatpants and slippers
Comin' to pay a visit to on the hit list
Some of y'all been tryin' for years, you'll never get fool

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

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

(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 in my vehicle, the chase harass me
They never ride past me, they comin' at me right
They want to know where the guns and cash be
want to get me to run, so they can blast me
Just, blast me in your box, my shit
I know it's crowded at the top, I'm on the tip
And as high up at the top, as a brother could get
And how I do it make a lot of upset
But it's fine, re-gizzlin' I'm for mine
In case y'all gettin' tired of the ol' shine
And I'm calm, calculated and aligned
The way I'm operatin' is a surgery of rhyme
not a thang when I lower the gradient lens frames
I'm cooler than 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 motherfuckers y'all know the rules)
(Hey, cool, stay cool)
(Yeah hah hah, cool)