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, school
Com, gotta make our move through
the stylist(?) and violence with
The of times with rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a 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 just
Streets ya, back and forth like a shaker
I'm a slave to the breakin 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 ain't got no for that!"
My old like, "We ain't got no time 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
in to win with Hen's and Heineken's
Beast for each and greet the with speech
to and peak cause Pete, shit gets deep
I fuh-fuh-freak, styles that out
at night, when cats pull the gun out
Go on and on and, to the of when the
sound run out, run out, 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 these horns
I want you to taste horns, c'mon now)
C, the (uh) cold-blooded (yeah) hard-core
(ain't it) Rough and rugged (uh) and raw
(yeah baby what I'm talkin about
c'mon, give em, give us a more)
for you and yours, for you and
C to the, cold-blooded (na, na-nasty) cold-blooded,
(c'mon) and rugged, 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, intense MC, to be the reign
on the I came
With penitentiary talk, Coke and a walk
My talks, metaphors and similes stalk
Time for war, my artillery caulks the hardest
I'm killin 'em
Dealin with golf, gettin blowed on the
I be dissin magazines, but then buy The
explain why the force, is with me
Known to bring a down - like Bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut this is Beat Street in backpacks
Braggin how they don't eat meat and
I backsmack em they skateboard, flee the crime scene
with a rhyme scheme to escape
Make broads become queens, run things like a rasta
The way you want the I rub off like Henner
I remain like a tattoo natural raps
Copy like a fax y'all 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) 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)
cold-blooded (na-nasty, yo yo)
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