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, - hard-core
We take it

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, nursery
Brother Com, gotta our move through
the stylist(?) and violence vibrance
The sign of times with rhyme is timeless
The mind is a thing to spill
Rap life's like a dream that for real
A wake up, superstar, with no acres
after, travellin the to see paper's just paper
Streets take ya, and forth like a shaker
I'm a slave to the breakin off
I get the job done - but some days I take off
D be like, "We got no time for that!"
?uestlove said, "We got no time for that!"
My old bird like, "We got no time for that!"
So I when my back hurts
Play the numbers 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 seek and peak cause Pete, shit deep
I fuh-fuh-freak, styles come out
at night, when most pull the gun out
Go on and on and, to the break of the
run out, run out, r-run out
C uhh,

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

The simps, uhh uhh uhh uhh
studs mention me, uhh uhh uhh uhh
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
for war, my artillery caulks the hardest nigga
I'm killin 'em
Dealin golf, gettin blowed on the course
I be magazines, but then buy The Source
Can't why the force, is with me
Known to bring a rapper - like Bobby did Whitney
sissies strut like this is Beat Street in backpacks
Braggin how they eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em with they skateboard, the crime scene
with a scheme to escape frauds
Make broads become queens, run things a rasta sprinter
The way you the game I rub off like Henner
I remain like a with natural raps
Copy like a fax that's actual facts
raps is where it began, I'ma end it wherever I land
I done thought of, a plan, it goes

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,
Rough and rugged, and raw
for you and yours, for you and
You got the C to the, (yeah, hey)
cold-blooded (na-nasty, yo yo)
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..

ad-libs, then some vocal samples til end]