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, come on,
We it higher

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, school
com, gotta make our move through
The stylist and violence with
The sign of times with rhyme shit is
The mind is a thing to spill
Rap life's like a dream 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 days I wanna 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
Play the numbers from my grandmother like
I the patchwork fast I'm in to win but then begin to sin
We're in to win with hen's and
Beast for each and greet the meek with
To seek and peak pete, shit gets deep
I freak, styles that out
At night, when most pull the gun out
Go on and on and, to the of when the
Sound run out, run out, out
C uhh,

(come on) cold-blooded, hard-core
(Hit em the) rough 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 these horns, come on now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) cold-blooded (yeah)
(Ain't it) and rugged (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah baby that's I'm talking about
come on, give em, give us a more)
For you and yours, for you and
C to the, cold-blooded (nasty) cold-blooded,
(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, 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 killing 'em
Dealing with golf, getting blowed on the
I be magazines, but then buy the source
Can't explain why the force, is me
Known to bring a down, like bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut 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 to escape frauds
Make broads become queens, run things like a rasta
The way you want the game I rub off like
I remain like a tattoo natural raps
Copy like a fax y'all actual facts
Battle is where it began, I'ma end it wherever I land
I done thought of, a 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)
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)
Rough and rugged, and raw
For you and yours, for you and