Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Hearted

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

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

Dedicated, de-terminated and
When Diddy, Hova, and talking I'm listening
I be in the jungle the Devil be whispering
Slugs flying by me I hear them, they whistling, 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 told y'all
Mommy was a booster, was a shooter
So they couldn't me when I went and copped a Ruger
Looking at my homies, see the of Freddy Krueger
Cause if he catch you sleeping he's I got your medulla
? I'm a father and my son see a lot of
If I don't get he'll end up with a chopper
In a field out in Philly do you me?
Told my I won't let these haters kill me
Getting even though ?
And I won't let these bitches see the real me, do you feel me?
Times change the Rollie did
Now I'm killing niggas the way that Kobe did

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

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

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