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, gotta make our through
The stylist and violence vibrance
The sign of with rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a terrible to spill
Rap life's a dream that seems for real
A nigga wake up, superstar, with no
After, traveling the world to see paper's just
Streets take ya, back and forth a shaker
I'm a slave to the rhythm's off
I get the job done, but some I wanna take off
D be like, we got no time for that!
Questlove said, we ain't got no for that!
My old like, we ain't got no time for that!
So I rhyme when my back
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 with and heineken's
Beast for and greet the meek with speech
To seek and peak cause pete, gets deep
I freak, that come out
At night, when most pull the gun out
Go on and on and, to the of when the
run out, run out, r-run 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)
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 these horns
I want you to taste horns, come on now)
C, the (uh) cold-blooded (yeah) hard-core
(Ain't it) rough and rugged (uh) 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, (nasty) cold-blooded, hard-core
(Come on) and rugged, rugged and raw
(Yo, alright let let me get a little taste of here)
For you and yours, for you and

The simps,
These mention me,
As a, intense MC, to be the reign
On the industry I
With penitentiary talk, coke and a Hennesey
My imagery talks, metaphors and similes
Time for war, my artillery caulks the hardest
I'm 'em soft
Dealing with golf, getting on the course
I be dissing magazines, but then buy the
explain why the force, is with me
Known to bring a 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 to escape frauds
broads become queens, run things like a rasta sprinter
The way you want the game I rub off like
I remain like a tattoo with raps
Copy like a fax that's y'all facts
Battle raps is where it began, I'ma end it 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)
Cold-blooded (nasty, yo yo)
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