Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Hearted

Yeah,
I never had a model
I was loading gold 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
With them dreams they try us
why I'm rebellious
To the fraud niggas, I lost niggas I got paper
It's like money I made they got faker
And it's when your best friend turn into your 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 robbing and killing you
said don't ever, ever let them belittle you
Instead wait for them haters they'll riddle you
Last year was a bad year
though I touched more paper than a cashier
Small sucker, I never really around squares
They say it levels to this shit, you niggas
Different floors for different
tours on different jets, my niggas saw
Different city with different bitches and whores
I look in the mirror, Meek Milly that shit cold
Look at your arm, check out your neck, look at charm
And to think my started off with cooking raw
When it was the coach told me to get the ball
I back for the three, watch it go swish and fall
And that was A1, they thinking how we get this
We was just down by and they 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, now?
Go ? all bust down, clowns

My heart getting
Then the streets colder
They said I make it no way
I think my heart colder, my heart getting cold
Told them I make it one day
Young lord

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

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

Uh,
And we started off as kids, touching our ribs
And them streets all night like we ain't have to live
I remember somedays we ain't nothing but live
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 shine bright, you still act like I ain't shit?
Let you have them little hoes, was all on my dick
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 it's my shit
I said it's ours nigga and when you're ready gonna ball nigga
Kobe Bryant, Meta Peace and Gasol nigga
But i know just what I saw
It was envious, you looked and I remembered it
The reason that my heart's cold now on some 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 my money's straight
And as long Pop is probably
Imma be on airplane flier than a pilot
I've seen it, seen it
Jealousy in your eyes, I swear look was deceiving
And I was surprised man I want to believe it
You you would ride but shit I know you ain't mean it
But yeah I've seen it

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