Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Hearted

Yeah,
I never had a role
I was gold hollows in my little Glock-40
A little shorty, heart colder than 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 fraud niggas, I lost niggas I got paper
It's like more money I made got faker
And it's when your best friend turn into your top hater
roll up and smoke you like top paper
Damn, what a feeling when you and you're homie and
You he got thoughts of probably robbing and killing you
said don't ever, ever let them belittle you
Instead wait for them haters because they'll you
Last year was like a bad
though I touched more paper than a cashier
Small sucker, I ain't never around squares
They say it to this shit, you niggas downstairs
Different floors for bosses
Different tours on jets, my niggas saw
Different city with different and different whores
Sometimes I look in the mirror, Meek Milly shit cold
Look at your arm, check out your neck, look at your
And to my niggas started off with cooking raw
When it was hard the coach told me to get the
I step for the three, watch it go swish 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 Earl Boykins, I'm sticking soft
Tried to pick me off ? but I'm Randy Moss
And I ran it all for the touchdown, what
Go ? all bust down, clowns

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

Dedicated, and disciplined
When Diddy, Hova, and Baby I'm listening
When I be in the jungle the Devil be
flying by me I hear them, they whistling, that was a close call
Stand up nigga so I won't
My teacher told me I would go far
Seen him last week, he was my
I was like y'all
Mommy was a booster, was a shooter
So they couldn't blame me I went and copped a Ruger
Looking at my homies, see the ghost of Freddy
if he catch 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 out in Philly do you feel me?
Told my momma I won't let haters kill me
Getting high even ?
And I ever let these bitches see the real me, do you feel me?
change like the Rollie did
Now I'm killing these niggas the way Kobe did

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

Uh,
And we started off as kids, stomach's our ribs
And them streets all night like we ain't have nowhere to
I remember somedays we ain't have nothing but
Thirty thousand was the tab and you ain't have 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 them little hoes, they was all on my dick
And you main to fuck me nigga, I ain't hit
chains, eight watches, can't fit on my wrist
When I about them things I never said it's my shit
I said ours nigga and when you're ready we're gonna ball nigga
Like Bryant, Meta Peace and Gasol nigga
But i just what I saw nigga
It was envious, you looked sideways and I it
The that my heart's cold now on some December shit
You used to give thanks for giving on some November
Talking the twenty-fifth, matter of fact the twenty-sixth
Maybe the twenty-eighth, fuck it though my money's straight
And as Pop is probably smiling
be on airplane mode flier than a pilot
I've seen it, I've it
in your eyes, I swear that look was deceiving
And I was surprised man I ain't to believe it
You said you would but shit I know you ain't mean it
But yeah nigga seen it

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