Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Feet

Yeah,
I rap better I'm mad clever
Oh my God! Hey

Mac
Yeah, they always that fun shit when you tryna spit a little something real
They start running, turning chicken a nugget meal
How the f-ck I feel? like 100 mills
the wheel, bought a vowel, I don't owe you nothin' still
F-ck a deal, I can do it with my own
Won before, seen, hearing all these scream
When I was 14, on my OE
Tryna money but that bitch kept getting cold feet
Music loud, hear it banging through the street
getting shit on: toilet bowl seat
No sleep, work, got a couple horny girls in a see-through shirt
So believe my hype, muthaf-ckas can't nor write

Still they talking shit man, seen your type
Got problems, can't at night
Cause girl want to come around freak all night
I'm a sex drill I'm rolling off them x pills
Five bikes, ten wheels, girl I'll leave your still
Say I don't do drugs, weed
Well I'mma do and speed down the street
Do doughnuts, your sucks, you so butt
Your getting throat f-cked
I get high, I go up
Why you saying he's a tramp?
They come to all shows just to meet your friends?
So much coke sniffed, f-cking hoes with bloody
Just a couple doses, f-ck the
Class time: better good notes
You bitches couldn't me with a Facebook poke
Bitch!