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,
it,huh, come on, hard-core
We take it

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, school
Brother com, gotta our move through
The stylist and violence with
The sign of times with shit is timeless
The mind is a terrible thing to
Rap life's like a that seems for real
A nigga wake up, superstar, with no
After, traveling the world to see paper's paper
Streets take ya, back and like a shaker
I'm a slave to the rhythm's off
I get the job done, but some days I wanna off
D be like, we ain't got no for that!
Questlove said, we ain't got no for that!
My old bird like, we ain't got no for that!
So I rhyme my back hurts
Play the from my grandmother like kraftwerk
I rock the fast I'm in to win but then begin to sin
in to win with hen's and heineken's
Beast for each and greet the meek with
To seek and peak pete, shit gets deep
I freak, that come 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 the) rough and rugged (come on) rugged and raw
(Hey) for you and yours, for you and
You got the c, uhh, (yeah)
(come on) hard-core
(Ain't it funky) rough and 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 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) 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 mention me,
As a, MC, sent to be the reign
On the I came
With talk, coke and a Hennesey walk
My imagery talks, metaphors and stalk
Time for war, my artillery the hardest nigga
I'm killing 'em
with golf, getting blowed on the course
I be dissing magazines, but then buy the
Can't why the force, is with me
Known to bring a rapper down, bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated strut like this is beat street in backpacks
Bragging how they don't eat and abstract
I backsmack em with they skateboard, flee the scene
With a rhyme to escape frauds
Make broads become queens, run things a rasta sprinter
The way you want the game I rub off henner
I like a tattoo with natural raps
Copy like a fax that's actual facts
Battle is where it began, I'ma end it wherever I land
I thought of, a master plan, it goes

C to the, (yeah, come 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)
Cold-blooded (nasty, yo yo)
and rugged, rugged and raw
(Ain't it, it) for you and yours, for you and yours
You got the c to the,
Cold-blooded, (come on)
Rough and rugged, and raw
For you and yours, for you and