Luyện nghe bài hát Stay Cool

Bass for your face, highs for your
Don't blink, Black Ink has arrived, all
Rudebwoys keep dem thing at your side, be
Philly we up in here, we all live
I'm puffin this Cohiba mami coolin' her
All she ever seem to do is play it 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 y'all bathin' apes, to get
Nah, I'm not a dealer, I'm a poet at
We in the wind with the roof back, the breeze hit us
The bathrobe on with 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 know 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 y'all I'm doin' my job
Go up against odds
Wouldn't break a sweat, make her bet
Funny son you threat, well I shakin' yet
Twenty-fo'/sev' chillin', than penicillin
From the where the crooked cops killin' like a villain
Children, in the hood rocked by they buildings
And brothers, 'cross the gettin' knocked by the millions
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 probably
on the same system that forever shorted me
I got the soul of a young Sam Cooke I spit
It make you to make a new dance up
It's all to the good shorty 'gwan do that
It's not another system rockin steady as us
And cool

(Stay cool) yeah (stay cool) cool ha
(Hey, hey) it out, and just
(Stay cool 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 can blast me
Just, blast me in your box, play my
I it's crowded at the top, cause I'm on the tip
And that's as up at the top, as a brother could get
And how I do it a lot of muh'fuckers upset
But fine, re-gizzlin' I'm back for mine
In case y'all gettin' of the same ol' shine
And I'm calm, calculated and aligned
The way I'm operatin' is a surgery of rhyme
It's not a when I lower the gradient lens frames
I'm cooler than Clyde Stubblefield, drummer for
Hip-Hop is out of Hustleville, comin' for
I exercise 'til a build, breakin' the chains
And I'm

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