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 daughter, started, nursery school
Brother Com, gotta our move through
the stylist(?) and violence with
The of times with rhyme shit is timeless
The is a terrible thing to spill
Rap life's like a dream that for real
A nigga wake up, superstar, with no
after, travellin the world to see paper's paper
Streets take ya, and forth like a shaker
I'm a to the rhythm's breakin off
I get the job done - but some days I wanna off
D be like, "We ain't got no for that!"
?uestlove said, "We got no time for that!"
My old bird like, "We got no time for that!"
So I rhyme my back hurts
Play the numbers from my grandmother like
I the patchwork fast I'm in to win but then begin to sin
we're in to win Hen's and Heineken's
Beast for each and greet the with speech
to seek and peak cause Pete, shit gets
I fuh-fuh-freak, styles that out
at night, when most cats the gun out
Go on and on and, to the break of 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 think I wanna taste these
I want you to taste these horns, now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) (yeah) hard-core
(ain't it) Rough and rugged (uh) and raw
(yeah baby that's what I'm about
c'mon, give em, give us a more)
for you and yours, for you and
C to the, (na, na-nasty) cold-blooded, hard-core
(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, Coke and a walk
My talks, metaphors and similes stalk
for war, my artillery caulks the hardest nigga
I'm killin 'em
with golf, gettin blowed on the course
I be dissin magazines, but then buy The
Can't explain why the force, is me
Known to bring a down - like Bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut this is Beat Street in backpacks
Braggin how they eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em they skateboard, flee the crime scene
a rhyme scheme to escape frauds
Make become queens, run things like a rasta sprinter
The way you want the game I rub off like
I remain like a tattoo with natural
like a fax that's y'all actual facts
Battle raps is where it began, end it wherever I land
I done of, a master plan, it goes

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

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