Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Hearted

Yeah,
I never had a 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 they ? me
Nigga's is
can they tell us
With them dreams try sell us
why I'm rebellious
To the fraud niggas, I lost niggas when I got
It's like more I made they got faker
And it's crazy your best friend turn into your top hater
Wanna roll up and smoke you like top
Damn, what a feeling when you and homie chilling and
You know he got thoughts of robbing and killing you
Momma said ever, ever let them belittle you
Instead wait for them because they'll riddle you
Last year was like a bad
Even I touched more paper than a cashier
Small sucker, I ain't never around squares
say it levels to this shit, you niggas downstairs
Different for different bosses
Different tours on jets, my niggas saw
Different city different bitches and different whores
Sometimes I look in the mirror, Meek Milly that shit
Look at arm, check out your neck, look at your charm
And to think my niggas started off cooking raw
When it was hard the coach me to get the ball
I step back for the three, watch it go swish and
And that was A1, they thinking how we get this
We was just down by three and they thought we took a
They couldn't deem me like Earl Boykins, I'm soft
Tried to me off like ? but I'm Randy Moss
And I ran it all for the touchdown, what
Go ? all down, fuck clowns

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

Dedicated, de-terminated and
When Diddy, Hova, and Baby talking I'm
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 won't
My told me I would never go far
Seen him last week, he was my
I was like told
was a booster, daddy was a shooter
So they couldn't blame me I went and copped a Ruger
at my homies, see the ghost of Freddy Krueger
Cause if he you sleeping he's going I got your medulla
? I'm a father and my son see a lot of
If I get he'll 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
Getting even though ?
And I ever let these bitches see the real me, do you feel me?
Times change like the did
Now I'm killing these niggas the way that did

Ayo
It gets fucked up when your own start calling you up
Shit, money's the root of all
Family telling you "you acting different nigga"
goddamn right I'm acting different
With all motherfucking money
But then it comes from your brother, your sister, your mother, your father
That hurts you to the core man
When start acting like something that you ain't never motherfucking seen you done grew up motherfucker
They gave birth to you, know I'm saying?
You got raised, you done in the park with them
This money thing, this shit fuck you up man
You got to what you ask for
You sure you want this
You sure you this money?
You sure you want this
You sure you want this
Shit have your own mama talking to you you ain't shit
Yeah everybody it, everybody need it, money motherfuckers
Get don't stop but I ain't mad at them
Shit, but shit even bosses got you know?
Dear mama, papa, family, we're all we got
Don't let this money us down
Shit, everybody eats B, everybody eats, everybody lets go

Uh,
And we started off as kids, touching our ribs
And them streets all night like we have nowhere to live
I remember we ain't have nothing but live
Thirty thousand was the tab and you ain't have nothing to
I ain't trip, I trip, I pour bottles, I ain't sip
I let shine bright, you still act like I ain't shit?
Let you have them little hoes, was all on my dick
And you wanted to fuck me nigga, I ain't hit
Twenty chains, watches, can't fit on my wrist
I speak about them things I never said it's my shit
I said it's ours nigga and when ready we're gonna ball nigga
Like Kobe Bryant, Meta Peace and Gasol
But i know just I saw nigga
It was envious, you looked sideways and I it
The reason that my heart's now on some December shit
You used to give thanks for on some November shit
Talking about the twenty-fifth, matter of the twenty-sixth
it's the twenty-eighth, fuck it though my money's straight
And as long Pop is smiling
Imma be on airplane mode flier a pilot
I've it, I've seen it
in your eyes, I swear that look was deceiving
And I was surprised man I ain't to believe it
You said you would but shit I know you ain't mean it
But nigga I've seen it

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