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 daughter, started, nursery school
Brother com, gotta our move through
The stylist and violence vibrance
The sign of times with rhyme shit is
The is a terrible thing to spill
Rap life's like a dream that for real
A nigga up, superstar, with no acres
After, the world to see paper's just paper
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 bird like, we got no time for that!
So I rhyme my back hurts
Play the numbers from my like kraftwerk
I rock the patchwork fast I'm in to win but then to sin
We're in to win hen's and heineken's
Beast for and greet the meek with speech
To seek and peak cause pete, shit gets
I freak, styles that out
At night, when most cats 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 (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 taste these horns
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 what I'm talking
come on, give em, us a little 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 Hennesey
My imagery talks, and similes stalk
Time for war, my artillery the hardest nigga
I'm 'em soft
Dealing with golf, getting on the course
I be dissing magazines, but buy the source
Can't explain why the force, is me
Known to a rapper down, like bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut like this is beat street in
Bragging how don't eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em with they skateboard, flee the scene
With a rhyme to escape frauds
broads become queens, run things like a rasta sprinter
The way you want the game I rub off henner
I like 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) rough and rugged, (come on) 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)
Rough and rugged, and raw
For you and yours, for you and