Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Hearted

Yeah,
I had a role model
I was loading gold hollows in my Glock-40
A little shorty, heart colder than December in the
And I think it was December when ? me
is jealous
Fuck can they us
With them dreams they try us
Probably why I'm
To the fraud niggas, I lost niggas I got paper
It's like more money I made they got
And it's when your best friend turn into your top hater
roll 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 haters because they'll riddle you
year was like a bad year
Even though I touched paper than a cashier
Small sucker, I ain't never around squares
They say it levels to shit, you niggas downstairs
Different floors for bosses
Different tours on jets, my niggas saw
Different city with bitches and different whores
Sometimes I look in the mirror, Milly that shit cold
Look at your arm, check out your neck, look at your
And to think my niggas started off with raw
When it was hard the 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 far?
We was just down by three and thought we took a loss
couldn't deem me like Earl Boykins, I'm sticking soft
Tried to pick me off like ? but I'm Moss
And I ran it all for the touchdown, what
Go ? all bust down, fuck

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

Dedicated, de-terminated and
When Diddy, Hova, and Baby I'm listening
When I be in the the Devil be whispering
Slugs flying by me I hear them, they whistling, was a close call
Stand up nigga so I fall
My told me I would never go far
him last week, he was my chauffeur
I was like y'all
was a booster, daddy was a shooter
So they couldn't blame me when I went and a Ruger
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 he'll probably end up a chopper
In a out in Philly do you feel me?
my momma I won't let these haters kill me
Getting high though ?
And I won't ever let these see the real me, do you feel me?
Times change the Rollie did
Now I'm killing niggas the way that Kobe did

Ayo
It gets fucked up when own family start calling you up
Shit, the root of all evil
Family telling you "you acting different nigga"
You're goddamn I'm acting different
all this motherfucking money
But then when it comes from brother, your sister, your mother, your father
That hurts you to the core man
When they start acting like that you ain't never motherfucking seen you done grew up motherfucker
They birth to you, know what I'm saying?
You got raised, you done in the park with them
money thing, this shit will fuck you up man
You got to what you ask for
You sure you want son?
You sure you this money?
You sure you want fame?
You sure you want power?
Shit have your own mama talking to you like you shit
Yeah everybody want it, everybody need it, motherfuckers
Get money stop but I ain't mad at them
Shit, but even bosses got feelings you know?
Dear mama, dear papa, family, all we got
Don't let this money bring us
Shit, everybody eats B, 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 nowhere to
I remember we ain't have nothing but live
Thirty thousand was the tab and you have nothing to give
I ain't trip, I ain't trip, I bottles, I ain't sip
I let shine bright, you still act like I ain't shit?
Let you have them hoes, they was all on my dick
And you main wanted to fuck me nigga, I hit
Twenty chains, eight watches, fit on my wrist
When I speak about them things I never said it's my
I said it's ours nigga and when you're ready we're gonna ball
Like Kobe Bryant, Meta Peace and nigga
But i know what I saw nigga
It was envious, you looked sideways and I it
The reason my heart's cold now on some December shit
You used to give thanks for on some November shit
Talking the twenty-fifth, matter of fact the twenty-sixth
Maybe it's the twenty-eighth, fuck it though my money's
And as Pop is probably smiling
be on airplane mode flier than a pilot
I've seen it, seen it
Jealousy in eyes, I swear that look was deceiving
And I was man I ain't want to believe it
You said you would but shit I know you ain't mean it
But yeah nigga I've it

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