Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Nights In Boston

(x2)
Cold nights in Boston, awesome
Bitch, I my money, that's word to mother.
You don't cut the damn check, I'm make that shit
No love, I'm finna that shit

(Verse 1)
Got so much honor, thats why I get fucked
Sitting on the stove, thinking about boulders
Cooking up, wake you up, and I ain't talking folgers
Ain't never a rock, I'm just bringing you closer.
My against the wall, my friends perfect
wanna ask for my number, let me see your face
Why you say you love me, you love my fame
You ain't never had a dad, so you that game
You never had a mom, so you got no love
back to your past, it was so fucked up.
Fast forward to the that your boy lucked up
Record deal out the hood, nigga heard of
When you hot everybody wanna your dick
When you down wanna fuck your bitch
you sick, everybody glad to see you suffer
Thats I keep the nine tucked come on I'm Ed Lover you fucking bitch!

You feel me? I keep that nine, on son I'm Ed Lover

(Verse 2)
Plan to think, think to
strikes in the jail its a wrap my man.
Cold nights in Boston, awesome
Metaphor to my life, every day been
You dont got a private jet, man Jay I'm you got it
my mom a house cause I damn sure got it
A lot of sneak diss, bet you niggers is pussy
When I say I with toys, I ain't talking about woody.
More in my house pull ya whole coupe back
When you walk with them peacoat and a black bag
No for second guesses, when I do I flake
Its no suckers in my clique, only dimes with
Its no money in the kitchen, but they paint picture
Taking lives for you boys cause it's just that
Any I call it shot, I can do it myself
It's no in the jects only guns and hell

VELLI

Playing toys I talking about woody, mother fucker

VELLI

Once imma cough cause I'm so sick!

(x2)

Shouts out to the baby
Boston
New Jersey
New York
whatup
Cincinatti
Ohio it do
wassup
North Carolina
whatup
Maine

Cold In Boston

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