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 take it

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, nursery
Brother com, gotta our move through
The stylist and violence vibrance
The sign of with rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a terrible to spill
Rap life's like a dream that seems for
A nigga wake up, superstar, with no
After, traveling the world to see just paper
Streets take ya, back and forth a shaker
I'm a slave to the breaking off
I get the job done, but some days I wanna off
D be like, we got no time 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 from my grandmother like
I rock the 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 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
run out, run out, r-run out
C uhh,

(come on) cold-blooded, hard-core
(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)
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 horns
I want you to taste these horns, on now)
C, the (uh) cold-blooded (yeah) hard-core
(Ain't it) rough and rugged (uh) and raw
(Yeah baby that's what I'm about
come on, give em, 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,
These studs me,
As a, intense MC, sent to be the
On the I came
With penitentiary talk, coke and a Hennesey
My imagery talks, metaphors and stalk
Time for war, my artillery the hardest nigga
I'm 'em soft
Dealing golf, getting blowed on the course
I be dissing magazines, but buy the source
Can't why the force, is with me
Known to bring a rapper down, like bobby did
Sophisticated strut like this is beat street in backpacks
Bragging how they don't eat and abstract
I em with they skateboard, flee the crime scene
With a rhyme scheme to frauds
Make broads become queens, run things like a rasta
The way you want the game I rub off like
I remain a tattoo with natural raps
like a fax that's y'all actual facts
Battle raps is 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) 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)
Rough and rugged, and raw
For you and yours, for you and