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, make our move through
The and violence with vibrance
The of times with rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a thing to spill
Rap like a dream that seems for real
A wake up, superstar, with no acres
After, traveling the world to see paper's just
take ya, back and forth like a shaker
I'm a slave to the breaking off
I get the job done, but some days I take off
D be like, we ain't got no 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 patchwork fast I'm in to win but begin to sin
We're in to win with hen's and
Beast for and greet the meek with speech
To seek and cause pete, shit gets deep
I freak, styles that out
At night, most cats pull the gun out
Go on and on and, to the break of the
run out, run out, r-run out
C uhh,

Cold-blooded (come on) cold-blooded,
(Hit em with the) rough and rugged (come on) and raw
(Hey) for you and yours, for you and
You got the c, uhh, (yeah)
(come on) hard-core
(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 these horns, come on now)
C, the (uh) cold-blooded (yeah) hard-core
(Ain't it) rough and (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah baby what I'm talking about
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) rough and rugged, and raw
(Yo, alright let let me get a little of this here)
For you and yours, for you and

The simps,
These mention me,
As a, intense MC, sent to be the
On the industry I
With penitentiary talk, coke and a walk
My imagery talks, metaphors and similes
Time for war, my artillery caulks the hardest
I'm killing 'em
Dealing golf, getting blowed on the course
I be dissing magazines, but buy the source
explain why the force, is with me
Known to bring a down, like bobby did Whitney
sissies strut like this is beat street in backpacks
Bragging how don't eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em with skateboard, flee the crime scene
a rhyme scheme to escape frauds
Make broads become queens, run like a rasta sprinter
The way you the game I rub off like henner
I remain like a tattoo natural raps
Copy a fax that's y'all actual facts
Battle raps is where it began, 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,
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, ain't it) for you and yours, for you and
You got the c to the,
Cold-blooded, (come on)
and rugged, rugged and raw
For you and yours, for you and