Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Summer

In with the legendary DJ Kay Slay

Gotta trust your aim ain't no trust
All my gangstas

up the premises, I been a dick
Ain't beneficial, I'm 'bout to your nemesis
Evacuate the buildin' when I come
Evaluate your feelin's when I through
Tire marks and gun smoke
OGs reminisce and glory
She said, "Nigga I'm you make a way out
Before I make this do it for me"
I know responsibility weighin' down on my
always the coldest
Niggas do you like the projects
Twenty-five? you are the oldest
This is the feelin' you get you ride
Till the wheels off and there's no mo' drive
I see the fear when I look in your
Should or x out and expire

day (yeah,) different time (yeah)
But the old story's told
Even when warm outside
These can get so cold
Gotta love the game ain't no love
And ain't gon' never change
trust your aim 'cause ain't no trust
All my understand

Champagne liquor, of Bape slippers
Blue for the dollar, I'm in Pittsburgh
Young Mac with rings, bitch, I'm Fisher
Ballin' super hard, you can smell the
'S no one I met workin' as I do
It's like I never even made a fucking
I'm a genius though, you can my IQ
Y'all lookin' stupid when you pop your fucking
a breath, make a toast
I the Devil tryna take my soul
But he gon' touch what he can't control
This some for thought, you can get a plate to go
Me and on a track, man, that's bad news
For all you rappers who be talkin' shit to act a
Givin' a "D" like we was back at school
But that's only if they got bad attitude

day (yeah,) different time (yeah)
But the same old told
Even when it's outside
These streets can get so
Gotta the game 'cause ain't no love
And ain't gon' never change
Gotta trust your aim ain't no trust
All my gangstas

Kept it street with you has beens, they just
Yet they're going dumb, they go to you for favors
Talk behind back by telling women that they made ya
of the slum, I be in 'em like broken bottles
Go to whippin' throttle, bending corners in the
Did it like he's TIP, a click, then recline 'em
Cold summer, in the puddle with piranhas
GRR like Eminem bitch I never knew my mama
Changed on the 1st, father wasn't shit
everytime she gaze at me all she see is dis
A nigga on his scared to help with the rent (why?)
Said she love me, I ever get the nerve to tell her shit
Cryin' on the inside, lookin' the fence
Looking up to ballers, often time I
Prayin' to the stars, I go hard the bricks
Flip 'em 1 to 2, 'em the rock, make an assist (score)
Feel like MoneyMakingMitch, pure shooter, I don't
'em bout whatever, bet not ever get it bent
Bitch you say you love to suck another nigga dick kept it
Get the money, ain't no sense in funny
Did a bid, came home made her fuck him in front me
Back to back, makin' all assumptions
Now we goin' far but you came from travelin' outta states
While you other bitches​ hate back in the
deals saw why I had to fuck with who love me
And this WCW, to cheat on her husband
She Colorado, she die with niggas who thuggin'
While her fake was in prison, two stuffed in the cutty
players runnin' trains on her and her buddies
Picture get depicted you hated me nothin', motherfucker

Trust aim 'cause ain't no trust
All my gangstas
day, different time
But the old story's told
Even when it's warm
These can get so cold
Gotta love the game 'cause no love
And that ain't never change
Gotta trust your aim 'cause ain't no
All my understand