Luyện nghe bài hát Coldblooded

Cold-blooded, cold-blooded,
and rugged, rugged and raw
For you and your-your, for you and
You got the c to the, huh,
Ain't it,huh, on, hard-core
We it higher

Yo, yo
My daughter, started, nursery school
Brother com, gotta our move through
The stylist and with vibrance
The sign of with rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a terrible to spill
Rap life's like a 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 like a shaker
I'm a slave to the breaking off
I get the job done, but days 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 when my back hurts
Play the numbers from my like kraftwerk
I rock the patchwork fast I'm in to win but begin to sin
We're in to win with hen's and
Beast for each and greet the with 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 break of the
Sound run out, run out, out
C uhh,

(come on) cold-blooded, hard-core
(Hit em with the) rough and (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 think I wanna taste these
I want you to these horns, come on now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) (yeah) hard-core
(Ain't it) and rugged (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah baby what I'm talking about
come on, em, give 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, let let me get a little taste of this here)
For you and yours, for you and

The simps,
These mention me,
As a, MC, sent to be the reign
On the industry I
penitentiary talk, coke and a Hennesey walk
My imagery talks, and similes stalk
Time for war, my caulks the hardest nigga
I'm killing 'em
Dealing with golf, getting blowed on the
I be dissing magazines, but then buy the
Can't why the force, is with me
Known to bring a rapper down, like did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut like this is street in backpacks
how they don't eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em with skateboard, flee the crime scene
With a rhyme scheme to escape
Make broads queens, run things like a rasta sprinter
The way you want the game I rub off like
I remain like a tattoo with natural
Copy like a fax that's y'all facts
Battle raps is it began, I'ma end it wherever I land
I done thought of, a plan, it goes

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