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
Muh'fuckers 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 to make
Especially when what we talkin' ain't ya usual
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 the roof back, lettin' the breeze hit us
The bathrobe on with sweatpants and
to pay a visit to whoever on the hit list
Some of y'all been for years, you'll never get this fool

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

Hip-Hop my bitch, I got a few on the side
The game stitched y'all I'm my job
Go up enormous odds
break a sweat, money make her bet
Funny son you threat, well I shakin' yet
Twenty-fo'/sev' chillin', tougher than
From the block where the crooked cops like a villain
Children, in the hood gettin' rocked by buildings
And brothers, the board gettin' knocked by the millions
The stress, got me ignitin' the potent leaf
to play it cooler than a polar bear colony
You feel the music know I'm over probably
Pimpin on the same system that shorted me
I got the soul of a young Sam Cooke I spit
It make you want to a new dance up
It's all to the good shorty 'gwan do that
It's not sound system rockin steady as us
And cool

(Stay cool) yeah (stay cool) stay ha
(Hey, hey) check it out, and
(Stay cool motherfuckers know the rules) yeah
(Hey, stay cool, 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
Probably want to get me to run, so can blast me
Just, me in your box, play 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 could get
And how I do it a lot of muh'fuckers 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 perfectly
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 muscle build, breakin' the
And I'm

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