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, c'mon -
We take it

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, nursery
Brother Com, gotta our move through
the stylist(?) and violence vibrance
The of times with rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a terrible thing to
Rap life's like a dream that seems for
A nigga up, superstar, with no acres
after, travellin the world to see paper's just
take ya, back and forth like a shaker
I'm a slave to the rhythm's off
I get the job done - but days I wanna take off
D be like, "We ain't got no for that!"
said, "We ain't got no time for that!"
My old bird like, "We got no time for that!"
So I when my back hurts
Play the from my grandmother like Kraftwerk
I rock the patchwork fast I'm in to win but then to sin
we're in to win with Hen's and
Beast for each and greet the meek with
to and peak cause Pete, shit gets deep
I fuh-fuh-freak, that come out
at night, most cats pull the gun out
Go on and on and, to the of when the
sound run out, run out, out
C uhh,

Cold-blooded (c'mon) cold-blooded,
(hit em with the) Rough and rugged (c'mon) and raw
(hey) for you and yours, for you and
You got the C, uhh - (yeah)
(c'mon) hard-core
(ain't it funky) and rugged, rugged and raw
for you and yours, for you and
(Yo, yo I-I I wanna taste these horns
I you to taste these horns, c'mon now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) cold-blooded (yeah)
(ain't it) Rough and (uh) rugged and raw
(yeah baby what I'm talkin about
c'mon, give em, give us a more)
for you and yours, for you and
C to the, cold-blooded (na, na-nasty) cold-blooded,
(c'mon) Rough and rugged, and raw
(Yo, aight let let me get a little taste of here)
for you and yours, for you and yours..

The simps, uhh uhh uhh uhh
These studs me, uhh uhh uhh uhh
As a, MC, sent to be the reign
on the industry I
With penitentiary talk, and a Hennesey walk
My imagery talks, metaphors and similes
Time for war, my caulks the hardest nigga
I'm 'em soft
with golf, gettin blowed on the course
I be dissin magazines, but buy The Source
explain why the force, is with me
Known to bring a rapper down - like Bobby did
Sophisticated sissies strut like this is Street in backpacks
how they don't eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em they skateboard, flee the crime scene
a rhyme scheme to escape frauds
Make broads become queens, run things like a rasta
The way you the game I rub off like Henner
I like a tattoo with natural raps
like a fax that's y'all actual facts
Battle is where it began, I'ma end it wherever I land
I done thought of, a master plan, it

C to the, (yeah, c'mon)
cold-blooded, (ya know)
(ain't it) Rough and rugged, (c'mon) 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)
(na-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, (c'mon)
Rough and rugged, and raw
for you and yours, for you and yours..

[Common ad-libs, then vocal samples til end]