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, come on,
We it higher

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, nursery
Brother com, make our move through
The and violence with vibrance
The sign of with rhyme shit is timeless
The is a terrible thing to spill
Rap life's like a dream seems for real
A nigga wake up, superstar, no acres
After, traveling the world to see just paper
Streets ya, back and forth like a shaker
I'm a slave to the breaking off
I get the job done, but some I wanna take 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 got no time for that!
So I rhyme my back hurts
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
for each and greet the meek with speech
To seek and peak cause pete, shit gets
I freak, styles come out
At night, when cats 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 rugged (come on) 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 taste these horns
I want you to these horns, come on now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) (yeah) hard-core
(Ain't it) rough and (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah that's what I'm talking about
on, give em, give us a little 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 I came
With penitentiary talk, and a Hennesey walk
My imagery talks, metaphors and stalk
Time for war, my caulks the hardest nigga
I'm killing 'em
with golf, getting blowed on the course
I be dissing magazines, but buy the source
Can't why the force, is with me
Known to bring a down, like bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut like this is beat street in
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 like a rasta sprinter
The way you the game I rub off like henner
I remain like a tattoo natural raps
Copy like a fax y'all actual facts
Battle raps is where it began, I'ma end it wherever I
I done of, a master plan, it goes

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,
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)
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)
and rugged, rugged and raw
For you and yours, for you and