Luyện nghe bài hát Stay Cool

Bass for face, highs for your eyes
blink, Black Ink has arrived, all rise
Rudebwoys keep dem thing at side, be alright
Philly we up in here, we all live
I'm puffin this Cohiba mami coolin' her
All she ever 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' when moves to make
Especially when what we ain't ya usual cake
I bass for y'all bathin' 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 with 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) stay daddy (stay cool)
cool ma (hey, hey) c'mon
(Stay cool motherfuckers y'all 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 game stitched y'all I'm 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 crooked killin' like a villain
Children, in the hood gettin' rocked by 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 music know I'm over probably
Pimpin on the same system forever shorted me
I got the of a young Sam Cooke when I spit
It make you to make a new dance up
It's all to the good shorty 'gwan do stuff
It's not another sound rockin steady as us
And cool

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

Yeah, when I'm crusin' in my vehicle, the chase me
They never ride past me, they comin' at me right
want to know where the drugs guns and cash be
Probably want to get me to run, so they can me
Just, blast me in your box, play my
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 muh'fuckers
But fine, re-gizzlin' I'm back for mine
In y'all gettin' tired of the same ol' shine
And I'm calm, calculated and perfectly
The way I'm what is a surgery of rhyme
It's not a thang when I lower the gradient frames
I'm than Clyde Stubblefield, drummer for James
is out of Hustleville, comin' for change
I 'til a muscle build, breakin' 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)