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,
Ain't it,huh, come on,
We it higher

Yo, yo
My daughter, started, nursery school
Brother com, make our move through
The stylist and violence with
The sign of with rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a thing to spill
Rap like a dream that seems for real
A nigga up, superstar, with no acres
After, traveling the world to see paper's just
Streets take ya, back and forth like a
I'm a slave to the rhythm's off
I get the job done, but some I wanna take off
D be like, we ain't got no for that!
Questlove said, we got no time for that!
My old bird like, we ain't got no for that!
So I rhyme when my back
Play the numbers my grandmother like kraftwerk
I the patchwork fast I'm in to win but then begin to sin
We're in to win hen's and heineken's
Beast for each and greet the meek speech
To seek and cause pete, shit gets deep
I freak, that come out
At night, when most 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) and rugged (come on) rugged and raw
(Hey) for you and yours, for you and
You got the c, uhh, (yeah)
(come on) hard-core
(Ain't it funky) and rugged, rugged and raw
For you and yours, for you and
(Yo, yo I-I I wanna taste these horns
I you to taste these horns, come on now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) cold-blooded (yeah)
(Ain't it) rough and (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah baby that's I'm talking about
come on, give em, us a little more)
For you and yours, for you and
C to the, cold-blooded (nasty) cold-blooded,
(Come on) and rugged, rugged and raw
(Yo, alright let let me get a little of this here)
For you and yours, for you and

The simps,
These studs me,
As a, intense MC, sent to be the
On the I came
penitentiary talk, coke and a Hennesey walk
My imagery talks, and similes stalk
Time for war, my artillery the hardest nigga
I'm 'em soft
with golf, getting blowed on the course
I be dissing magazines, but buy the source
explain why the force, is with me
Known to bring a rapper down, like did Whitney
sissies strut like this is beat street in backpacks
Bragging how they eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em with they skateboard, flee the crime
With a rhyme scheme to escape
Make broads queens, run things like a rasta sprinter
The way you want the I rub off like henner
I remain a tattoo with natural raps
Copy like a fax that's y'all facts
Battle is where it began, I'ma end it wherever I land
I done thought of, a master plan, it

C to the, cold-blooded (yeah, 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, ain't it) for you and yours, for you and
You got the c to the,
Cold-blooded, (come on)
and rugged, rugged and raw
For you and yours, for you and