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, c'mon -
We it hiiiiiiiiiiiiigh-er

Yo, yo
My daughter, started, nursery school
Brother Com, make our move through
the stylist(?) and with vibrance
The sign of with rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a terrible to spill
Rap life's like a dream seems for real
A nigga up, superstar, with no acres
after, travellin the world to see paper's just
Streets take ya, back and 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 got no time for that!"
?uestlove said, "We ain't got no for that!"
My old bird like, "We ain't got no for that!"
So I when my back hurts
Play the numbers my grandmother like Kraftwerk
I the patchwork fast I'm in to win but then begin to sin
we're in to win with and Heineken's
Beast for each and the meek with speech
to seek and peak Pete, shit gets deep
I fuh-fuh-freak, styles come out
at night, when cats pull the gun out
Go on and on and, to the break of the
run out, run out, r-run 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) Rough and rugged, and raw
for you and yours, for you and
(Yo, yo I-I I wanna taste these 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 baby that's I'm talkin 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, let let me get a little taste of this here)
for you and yours, for you and yours..

The simps, uhh uhh uhh uhh
studs mention me, uhh uhh uhh uhh
As a, intense MC, to be the reign
on the industry I
penitentiary talk, Coke and a Hennesey walk
My imagery talks, metaphors and stalk
Time for war, my artillery caulks the hardest
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 did Whitney
Sophisticated strut like this is Beat Street in backpacks
how they don't eat meat and abstract
I em with they skateboard, flee the crime scene
with a rhyme scheme to frauds
Make broads become queens, run things like a sprinter
The way you want the game I rub off Henner
I remain like a tattoo with natural
Copy like a fax that's y'all actual
Battle raps is where it began, end it wherever I land
I done thought of, a master plan, it

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)
and rugged, rugged and raw
(ain't it, ain't it) for you and yours, for you and
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, some vocal samples til end]