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 it hiiiiiiiiiiiiigh-er

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, school
Brother Com, make 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 a dream that seems for real
A wake up, superstar, with no acres
after, travellin the world to see paper's just
Streets take ya, back and forth a shaker
I'm a slave to the breakin off
I get the job done - but 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 like, "We ain't got no time for that!"
So I rhyme when my back
Play the numbers from my grandmother like
I rock the patchwork fast I'm in to win but begin to sin
we're in to win Hen's and Heineken's
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, when most cats the gun out
Go on and on and, to the break of the
sound run out, run out, out
C uhh,

(c'mon) cold-blooded, hard-core
(hit em with the) 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) and rugged, rugged and raw
for you and yours, for you and
(Yo, yo I-I think I taste these horns
I want you to taste these horns, now)
C, the (uh) cold-blooded (yeah) hard-core
(ain't it) Rough and (uh) rugged and raw
(yeah baby 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 taste of 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, 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 the hardest nigga
I'm 'em soft
Dealin with golf, blowed on the course
I be dissin magazines, but buy The Source
Can't explain why the force, is me
Known to bring a rapper down - like Bobby did
Sophisticated sissies strut this is Beat Street in backpacks
how they don't eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em with they skateboard, the crime scene
a rhyme scheme to escape frauds
Make broads become queens, run like a rasta sprinter
The way you the game I rub off like Henner
I remain like a tattoo natural raps
Copy like a fax that's actual facts
Battle raps is where it began, I'ma end it I land
I thought 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,
and rugged, 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)
Rough and rugged, and raw
for you and yours, for you and yours..

ad-libs, then some vocal samples til end]