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, nursery
Brother com, make our move through
The and violence with vibrance
The sign of times with rhyme is timeless
The is a terrible thing to spill
Rap like a dream that seems for real
A nigga up, superstar, with no acres
After, traveling the world to see 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 wanna off
D be like, we got no time for that!
Questlove said, we ain't got no for that!
My old bird like, we ain't got no for that!
So I when my back hurts
the numbers from my grandmother like kraftwerk
I rock the patchwork I'm in to win but then begin to sin
We're in to win hen's and heineken's
Beast for each and the meek with speech
To seek and peak cause pete, shit deep
I freak, that come out
At night, when cats pull 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 the) rough and rugged (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 wanna taste horns
I want you to these horns, come on now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) cold-blooded (yeah)
(Ain't it) rough and rugged (uh) and raw
(Yeah baby that's what I'm talking
come on, em, give us a little more)
For you and yours, for you and
C to the, (nasty) cold-blooded, hard-core
(Come on) and rugged, 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, MC, sent to be the reign
On the industry I
With penitentiary talk, coke and a Hennesey
My imagery talks, and similes stalk
for war, my artillery caulks the hardest nigga
I'm 'em soft
Dealing with golf, getting blowed on the
I be magazines, but then buy the source
Can't explain why the force, is me
Known to bring a rapper down, bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies like this is beat street in backpacks
how they don't eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em with they skateboard, flee the scene
With a scheme to escape frauds
broads become queens, run things like a rasta sprinter
The way you want the I rub off like henner
I remain 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 done of, a master plan, it goes

C to the, (yeah, come 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)
(nasty, yo yo) hard-core
Rough and 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