Luyện nghe bài hát Coldblooded

Cold-blooded, cold-blooded,
Rough and rugged, and raw
For you and your-your, for you and
You got the c to the, huh,
it,huh, come on, hard-core
We take it

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, nursery
Brother com, make our move through
The stylist and violence vibrance
The sign of times with shit is timeless
The mind is a terrible to spill
Rap life's like a dream seems for real
A wake up, superstar, with no acres
After, traveling the world to see paper's just
Streets take ya, back and like a shaker
I'm a slave to the rhythm's off
I get the job done, but days I wanna take off
D be like, we got no time for that!
Questlove said, we got no time for that!
My old like, we ain't got no time for that!
So I rhyme when my hurts
Play the numbers from my grandmother kraftwerk
I the patchwork fast I'm in to win but then begin to sin
in to win with hen's and heineken's
Beast for each and greet the meek speech
To and peak cause pete, shit gets deep
I freak, styles that out
At night, most cats pull the gun out
Go on and on and, to the of when the
run out, run out, r-run out
C uhh,

Cold-blooded (come on) cold-blooded,
(Hit em with the) rough and rugged (come on) and raw
(Hey) for you and yours, for you and
You got the c, uhh, (yeah)
(come on) hard-core
(Ain't it funky) rough and rugged, and raw
For you and yours, for you and
(Yo, yo I-I think I taste these horns
I want you to these horns, come on now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) (yeah) hard-core
(Ain't it) rough and rugged (uh) and raw
(Yeah that's what I'm talking about
come on, em, give us a little more)
For you and yours, for you and
C to the, (nasty) cold-blooded, hard-core
(Come on) rough and rugged, and raw
(Yo, let let me get a little taste of this here)
For you and yours, for you and

The simps,
studs mention me,
As a, intense MC, sent to be the
On the I came
With penitentiary talk, and a Hennesey walk
My talks, metaphors and similes stalk
for war, my artillery caulks the hardest nigga
I'm 'em soft
Dealing with golf, blowed on the course
I be magazines, but then buy the source
Can't explain why the force, is me
Known to bring a rapper down, bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut like this is beat street in
Bragging how they don't eat meat and
I backsmack em with they skateboard, flee the scene
With a rhyme to escape frauds
Make broads become queens, run things like a rasta
The way you want the game I rub off henner
I remain like a tattoo with raps
Copy like a fax that's y'all facts
Battle raps is where it began, end it wherever I land
I thought of, a master plan, it goes

C to the, (yeah, come on)
Cold-blooded, (ya know)
(Ain't it) rough and rugged, (come on) and raw
For you and yours, for you and
You got the c to the,
Cold-blooded,
Rough and rugged, and raw
For you and yours, for you and
You got the c to the, (yeah, hey)
Cold-blooded (nasty, yo yo)
and rugged, rugged and raw
(Ain't it, it) for you and yours, for you and yours
You got the c to the,
Cold-blooded, (come on)
and rugged, rugged and raw
For you and yours, for you and