Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Hearted

Yeah,
I never had a model
I was loading gold in my little Glock-40
A little shorty, colder than December in the morning
And I think it was when they ? me
is jealous
Fuck can they us
them dreams they try sell us
Probably why I'm
To the fraud niggas, I niggas when I got paper
like more money I made they got faker
And it's crazy when your best friend into your top hater
Wanna up and smoke you like top paper
Damn, what a feeling when you and you're homie and
You know he got thoughts of robbing and killing you
Momma said don't ever, ever let them you
Instead wait for them because they'll riddle you
Last year was like a bad
Even though I touched more paper a cashier
Small sucker, I ain't never really squares
They say it levels to shit, you niggas downstairs
Different floors for bosses
Different tours on different jets, my saw
Different city with different and different whores
Sometimes I look in the mirror, Meek that shit cold
Look at your arm, check out 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, it go swish and fall
And that was A1, they thinking how we get far?
We was just down by three and they we took a loss
They couldn't deem me like Boykins, I'm sticking soft
Tried to me off like ? but I'm Randy Moss
And I ran it all for the touchdown, now?
Go ? all bust down, clowns

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

Dedicated, de-terminated and
When Diddy, Hova, and Baby I'm listening
When I be in the jungle the be whispering
flying by me I hear them, they whistling, that was a close call
Stand up nigga so I 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 catch you sleeping he's going I got medulla
? I'm a and my son don't 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?
change like the Rollie did
Now I'm killing 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 start you "you acting different nigga"
You're goddamn I'm acting different
With all this motherfucking
But then it comes from your brother, your sister, your mother, your father
That shit hurts you to the man
When they start acting like that you ain't never motherfucking seen you done grew up motherfucker
They gave to you, know what I'm saying?
You got raised, you done played in the park with
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 you want this fame?
You sure you want this
have your own mama talking to you like 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 you know?
Dear mama, dear papa, family, all we got
Don't let this money bring us
Shit, eats B, everybody eats, everybody eats lets go

Uh,
And we started off as kids, stomach's touching our
And them streets all night like we ain't have nowhere to
I remember somedays we ain't nothing but live
Thirty thousand was the tab and you ain't nothing to give
I ain't trip, I ain't trip, I bottles, I ain't sip
I let niggas bright, you still act like I ain't shit?
Let you have them little hoes, they was all on my
And you main to fuck me nigga, I ain't hit
Twenty chains, eight watches, fit on my wrist
When I speak about them I never said it's my shit
I said it's ours nigga and when you're ready gonna ball nigga
Like Kobe Bryant, Meta and Gasol nigga
But i just what I saw nigga
It was envious, you sideways and I remembered it
The reason that my heart's cold now on December shit
You used to thanks for giving on some November shit
Talking 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 probably
Imma be on airplane mode than a pilot
I've seen it, I've it
Jealousy in your eyes, I swear that look was
And I was surprised man I ain't to believe it
You you would ride but shit I know you ain't mean it
But yeah nigga I've it

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