Luyện nghe bài hát Coldblooded

Cold-blooded, cold-blooded,
Rough and rugged, and raw
For you and your-your, for you and
You got the C to the, huh -
it - huh, c'mon - hard-core
We take it

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

Cold-blooded (c'mon) cold-blooded,
(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)
cold-blooded (c'mon)
(ain't it funky) and rugged, rugged and raw
for you and yours, for you and
(Yo, yo I-I think I wanna taste horns
I want you to taste horns, c'mon now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) (yeah) hard-core
(ain't it) and rugged (uh) rugged and raw
(yeah that's what I'm talkin about
c'mon, give em, 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 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 similes
Time for war, my artillery caulks the hardest
I'm 'em soft
Dealin with golf, gettin 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 like this is Beat in backpacks
how they don't eat meat and abstract
I em with they skateboard, flee the crime scene
with a rhyme 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 raps
Copy like a fax that's y'all facts
Battle raps is where it began, I'ma end it I land
I done thought of, a master plan, it

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)
(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)
Rough and rugged, and raw
for you and yours, for you and yours..

[Common ad-libs, then some vocal samples til