Luyện nghe bài hát Stay Cool

Bass for your face, highs for your
Don't blink, Ink has arrived, all rise
keep dem thing at your side, be alright
Muh'fuckers Philly we up in here, we all
I'm puffin this Cohiba coolin' her heels
All she ever seem to do is play it f'real
She be pushin', pop vessel, and her is ill
But her hand, keep on the woodgrain wheel
But it's cool, we never slippin' when there's moves to
Especially when what we talkin' ain't ya usual
I pump for y'all bathin' apes, to get charged
Nah, I'm not a dealer, I'm a at large
We in the wind with the roof back, lettin' the hit us
The bathrobe on sweatpants and slippers
Comin' to pay a visit to on the hit list
Some of y'all been tryin' for years, you'll get this fool

it out (stay cool) stay cool daddy (stay cool)
Stay ma (hey, hey) c'mon
(Stay motherfuckers y'all know the rules)
(Hey, cool, stay cool)
it is (Yeah hah hah, stay cool)

Hip-Hop my bitch, I got a few on the side
The game y'all I'm doin' my job
Go up against enormous
Wouldn't break a sweat, make her bet
Funny son you threat, well I ain't yet
chillin', tougher than penicillin
From the block where the crooked killin' like a villain
Children, in the hood rocked by they buildings
And brothers, 'cross the board gettin' knocked by the
The stress, got me ignitin' the marijuana leaf
Tryin' to play it cooler a polar bear colony
You feel the music know I'm over there
on the same system that forever shorted me
I got the of a young Sam Cooke when I spit
It make you want to a new dance up
It's all to the shorty 'gwan do that stuff
It's not another sound system rockin as us
And it's

(Stay cool) yeah (stay cool) cool ha
(Hey, hey) it out, and just
(Stay cool y'all know the rules) yeah
(Hey, stay cool, cool)
(Yeah hah hah, cool)

Yeah, I'm crusin' in my vehicle, the chase harass me
They never ride past me, they really at me right
want to know where the drugs guns and cash be
Probably want to get me to run, so can blast me
Just, blast me in your box, play my
I know it's crowded at the top, I'm on the tip
And that's as high up at the top, as a brother get
And how I do it make a lot of muh'fuckers
But it's fine, re-gizzlin' I'm back for
In case y'all tired of the same ol' shine
And I'm calm, calculated and perfectly
The way I'm operatin' is a surgery of rhyme
not a thang when I lower the gradient lens frames
I'm cooler Clyde Stubblefield, drummer for James
Hip-Hop is out of Hustleville, for change
I exercise 'til a muscle build, breakin' the
And I'm

(Stay cool) (stay cool) (hey, hey)
(Stay cool motherfuckers y'all the rules)
(Hey, stay cool, cool)
(Yeah hah hah, cool)