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 daughter, started, nursery school
com, gotta make our move through
The stylist and with vibrance
The of times with rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a terrible to spill
Rap life's like a dream that seems for
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 to the rhythm's breaking off
I get the job done, but days I wanna take off
D be like, we got no time for that!
Questlove said, we got no time for that!
My old like, we ain't got no time 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 with speech
To seek and peak cause pete, shit gets
I freak, styles come 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,

Cold-blooded (come on) cold-blooded,
(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 wanna taste these
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 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, let let me get a little taste of this here)
For you and yours, for you and

The simps,
These studs me,
As a, MC, sent to be the reign
On the I came
With penitentiary talk, coke and a Hennesey
My imagery talks, metaphors and similes
Time for war, my artillery the hardest nigga
I'm 'em soft
Dealing with golf, getting blowed on the
I be dissing magazines, but then buy the
explain why the force, is with me
Known to bring a 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 skateboard, flee the crime scene
With a scheme to escape frauds
Make broads queens, run things like a rasta sprinter
The way you want the game I rub off henner
I remain like a tattoo with natural
Copy like a fax that's y'all facts
Battle raps is it began, I'ma end it wherever I land
I done thought of, a 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,
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, ain't it) for you and yours, for you and
You got the c to the,
Cold-blooded, (come on)
and rugged, rugged and raw
For you and yours, for you and