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 make our move
the stylist(?) and violence with
The sign of times rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a terrible to spill
Rap life's a dream that seems for real
A nigga wake up, superstar, with no
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 - but some days I wanna take off
D be like, "We ain't got no for that!"
?uestlove said, "We got no time for that!"
My old bird like, "We ain't got no for that!"
So I when my back hurts
Play the numbers from my grandmother Kraftwerk
I rock the patchwork I'm in to win but then begin to sin
we're in to win with Hen's and
Beast for and greet the meek with speech
to seek and cause Pete, shit gets deep
I fuh-fuh-freak, styles come out
at night, most cats pull the gun out
Go on and on and, to the of when the
run out, run out, r-run out
C uhh,

Cold-blooded (c'mon) cold-blooded,
(hit em with the) Rough and (c'mon) rugged and raw
(hey) for you and yours, for you and
You got the C, uhh - (yeah)
cold-blooded (c'mon)
(ain't it funky) Rough and rugged, and raw
for you and yours, for you and
(Yo, yo I-I think I taste these horns
I want you to taste horns, c'mon now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) cold-blooded (yeah)
(ain't it) Rough and (uh) rugged and raw
(yeah baby that's what I'm talkin
c'mon, em, give us a little 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 of this here)
for you and yours, for you and yours..

The simps, uhh uhh uhh uhh
These studs me, uhh uhh uhh uhh
As a, intense MC, to be the reign
on the industry I
With penitentiary talk, Coke and a Hennesey
My imagery talks, and similes stalk
Time for war, my artillery caulks the nigga
I'm 'em soft
Dealin with golf, gettin on the course
I be magazines, but then buy The Source
Can't why the force, is with me
to bring a rapper 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
with a scheme to escape frauds
Make broads become queens, run things like a sprinter
The way you want the game I rub off like
I remain like a tattoo with natural
Copy a fax that's y'all actual facts
Battle raps is it began, I'ma 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) 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, 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 vocal samples til end]