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 it higher

Yo, yo
My daughter, started, nursery school
com, gotta make our move through
The and violence with vibrance
The sign of times with rhyme is timeless
The mind is a thing to spill
Rap life's like a dream seems for real
A nigga up, superstar, with no acres
After, the world to see paper's just paper
Streets ya, back and forth like a shaker
I'm a to the rhythm's breaking off
I get the job done, but some days I 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 when my back
Play the numbers from my grandmother kraftwerk
I rock the fast I'm in to win but then begin to sin
We're in to win hen's and heineken's
Beast for each and greet the meek speech
To seek and peak cause pete, gets deep
I freak, styles that out
At night, when most cats 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 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) rough and rugged, and raw
For you and yours, for you and
(Yo, yo I-I think I wanna taste horns
I you to taste 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, 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, alright let let me get a taste 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 I came
With penitentiary talk, and a Hennesey walk
My talks, metaphors and similes stalk
Time for war, my artillery caulks the hardest
I'm killing 'em
Dealing with golf, getting blowed on the
I be dissing magazines, but buy the source
Can't why the force, is with me
Known to bring a rapper down, bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut like is beat street in backpacks
how they don't eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em with skateboard, flee the crime scene
With a rhyme scheme to escape
Make broads become queens, run things a rasta sprinter
The way you the game I rub off like henner
I like a tattoo with natural raps
Copy like a fax y'all actual facts
Battle raps is where it began, I'ma end it 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)
(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