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 with vibrance
The sign of with rhyme 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 to see paper's just paper
Streets ya, back and forth like a shaker
I'm a slave to the breaking off
I get the job done, but some I wanna take off
D be like, we ain't got no for that!
said, we ain't got no time for that!
My old bird like, we got no time for that!
So I rhyme when my back
Play the numbers my grandmother like kraftwerk
I rock the patchwork fast I'm in to win but then to sin
We're in to win with hen's and
Beast for each and greet the meek with
To seek and peak cause pete, shit gets
I freak, styles that out
At night, when cats pull the gun out
Go on and on and, to the of when the
Sound run out, run out, out
C uhh,

Cold-blooded (come on) cold-blooded,
(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)
Cold-blooded (come on)
(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 taste these horns, on now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) (yeah) hard-core
(Ain't it) and rugged (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah that's what 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) rough and rugged, and raw
(Yo, alright let let me get a taste of this here)
For you and yours, for you and

The simps,
These studs me,
As a, MC, sent to be the reign
On the industry I
With penitentiary talk, coke and a Hennesey
My imagery talks, metaphors and stalk
Time for war, my artillery caulks the hardest
I'm 'em soft
Dealing with golf, blowed on the course
I be magazines, but then buy the source
Can't why the force, is with me
Known to a rapper down, like bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut like this is beat in backpacks
Bragging how they don't eat 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 game I rub off like
I remain like a with natural raps
Copy like a fax that's y'all facts
Battle raps is where it began, end it wherever I land
I done thought of, a master plan, it

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,
Rough and 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, it) for you and yours, for you and yours
You got the c to the,
Cold-blooded, (come on)
Rough and rugged, and raw
For you and yours, for you and