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 daughter, started, nursery school
Com, gotta make our move through
the stylist(?) and violence with
The sign of times with shit is timeless
The mind is a terrible thing to
Rap life's like a dream that for real
A wake up, superstar, with no acres
after, travellin the world to see paper's paper
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 got no time for that!"
?uestlove said, "We got no time for that!"
My old bird like, "We got no time for that!"
So I rhyme when my back
Play the numbers from my like Kraftwerk
I the patchwork fast 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 peak cause Pete, shit deep
I fuh-fuh-freak, styles that out
at night, when cats pull 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) Rough and rugged (c'mon) 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 wanna taste horns
I want you to taste these horns, now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) cold-blooded (yeah)
(ain't it) and rugged (uh) rugged and raw
(yeah baby that's I'm talkin about
c'mon, give em, us a little more)
for you and yours, for you and
C to the, (na, na-nasty) cold-blooded, hard-core
(c'mon) and rugged, rugged and raw
(Yo, aight let let me get a taste 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, MC, sent to be the reign
on the industry I
With talk, Coke and a Hennesey walk
My imagery talks, metaphors and similes
Time for war, my caulks the hardest nigga
I'm 'em soft
Dealin with golf, blowed on the course
I be magazines, but then buy The Source
Can't explain why the force, is me
Known to bring a down - like Bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut like this is Beat Street in
Braggin how they don't eat meat and
I backsmack em they skateboard, flee the crime scene
with a rhyme to escape frauds
broads become queens, run things like a rasta sprinter
The way you want the game I rub off like
I remain like a tattoo with raps
like a fax that's y'all actual facts
Battle raps is it began, I'ma 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)
(na-nasty, yo yo) hard-core
Rough and 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..

ad-libs, then some vocal samples til end]