Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Hearted

Yeah,
I never had a role
I was loading gold in my little Glock-40
A little shorty, heart colder December in the morning
And I think it was December when ? me
is jealous
Fuck can they us
With them dreams they try us
why I'm rebellious
To the fraud niggas, I lost when I got paper
It's like more money I they got faker
And it's crazy when best friend turn into your top hater
Wanna roll up and smoke you like top
Damn, what a feeling when you and you're chilling and
You know he got of probably robbing and killing you
Momma said don't ever, let them belittle you
Instead wait for them haters they'll riddle you
Last was like a bad year
Even though I more paper than a cashier
Small sucker, I ain't never really squares
say it levels to this shit, you niggas downstairs
Different for different bosses
Different tours on different jets, my saw
Different city different bitches and different whores
Sometimes I in the mirror, Meek Milly that shit cold
at your arm, check out your neck, look at your charm
And to think my started off with cooking raw
it was hard the coach told me to get the ball
I step back for the three, watch it go swish and
And that was A1, thinking how we get this far?
We was just by three and they thought we took a loss
They couldn't me like Earl Boykins, I'm sticking soft
Tried to pick me off like ? but I'm Moss
And I ran it all for the touchdown, now?
Go ? all bust down, clowns

My heart getting
the streets getting colder
They said I would't it no way
I think my heart colder, my heart getting cold
Told I would make it one day
lord knows

Dedicated, de-terminated and
When Diddy, Hova, and Baby talking I'm
When I be in the the Devil be whispering
Slugs flying by me I them, they whistling, that was a close call
up nigga so I won't fall
My teacher me I would never go far
him last week, he was my chauffeur
I was like y'all
Mommy was a booster, daddy was a
So they couldn't blame me when I went and copped a
at my homies, see the ghost of Freddy Krueger
Cause if he you sleeping he's going I got your medulla
? I'm a and my son don't see a lot of
If I get he'll probably end up with a chopper
In a field out in Philly do you me?
Told my momma I won't let these kill me
Getting high though ?
And I won't ever let bitches see the real me, do you feel me?
Times change like the did
Now I'm these niggas the way that Kobe did

Ayo
It gets fucked up your own family start calling you up
Shit, money's the root of all
Family start you "you acting different nigga"
goddamn right I'm acting different
With all this money
But then when it comes from your brother, your sister, mother, your father
That hurts you to the core man
When they start acting like something that you ain't never seen you done grew up motherfucker
gave birth to you, know what I'm saying?
You got raised, you done played in the park with
This money thing, this shit fuck you up man
You got to watch you ask for
You you want this son?
You sure you want money?
You sure you this fame?
You sure you want power?
Shit have your own mama talking to you you ain't shit
Yeah everybody it, everybody need it, money motherfuckers
Get money don't stop but I mad at them
Shit, but shit even bosses got feelings you
Dear mama, dear papa, family, all we got
Don't let this bring us down
Shit, everybody eats B, everybody eats, eats lets go

Uh,
And we started off as kids, stomach's touching our
And them streets all like we ain't have nowhere to live
I remember somedays we ain't nothing but live
thousand was the tab and you ain't have nothing to give
I trip, I ain't trip, I pour bottles, I ain't sip
I let shine bright, you still act like I ain't shit?
Let you have them hoes, they was all on my dick
And you main to fuck me nigga, I ain't hit
Twenty chains, watches, can't fit on my wrist
When I speak about things I never said it's my shit
I said it's ours nigga and you're ready we're gonna ball nigga
Like Bryant, Meta Peace and Gasol nigga
But i know just I saw nigga
It was envious, you looked sideways and I it
The reason that my heart's cold now on December shit
You used to give thanks for on some November shit
Talking about the twenty-fifth, matter of the twenty-sixth
Maybe it's the twenty-eighth, fuck it though my straight
And as long Pop is smiling
Imma be on airplane flier than a pilot
I've seen it, seen it
in your eyes, I swear that look was deceiving
And I was surprised man I want to believe it
You said you ride but shit I know you ain't mean it
But yeah nigga I've it

My heart getting
Then the streets getting
said I would't make it no way
I think my heart getting colder, my getting cold
them I would make it one day
Young knows