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 take it

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, nursery
Brother com, gotta our move through
The stylist and violence vibrance
The sign of times with rhyme is timeless
The mind is a terrible thing to
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, and forth like a shaker
I'm a to the rhythm's breaking off
I get the job done, but some days I take off
D be like, we got no time for that!
Questlove said, we ain't got no for that!
My old bird like, we got no time for that!
So I rhyme my back hurts
the numbers from 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
for each and greet the meek with speech
To and peak cause pete, shit gets deep
I freak, styles come 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) 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) rough and rugged, and raw
For you and yours, for you and
(Yo, yo I-I think I wanna taste these
I want you to taste horns, come on now)
C, the (uh) cold-blooded (yeah) hard-core
(Ain't it) rough and (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah baby that's what I'm talking
come on, give em, give us a more)
For you and yours, for you and
C to the, (nasty) cold-blooded, hard-core
(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, MC, sent to be the reign
On the I came
With penitentiary talk, coke and a walk
My talks, metaphors and similes stalk
Time for war, my artillery the hardest nigga
I'm 'em soft
Dealing with golf, getting 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 this is beat street in backpacks
how they don't eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em with skateboard, flee the crime scene
With a scheme to escape frauds
Make broads become queens, run things like a rasta
The way you want the I rub off like henner
I remain like a with natural raps
Copy like a fax that's actual facts
Battle raps is where it began, end it wherever I land
I thought of, a master plan, it goes

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,
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