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 it hiiiiiiiiiiiiigh-er

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, nursery
Brother Com, gotta make our move
the stylist(?) and violence vibrance
The sign of times with rhyme is timeless
The mind is a thing to spill
Rap life's like a dream that seems for
A nigga wake up, superstar, with no
after, travellin the world to see paper's paper
Streets take ya, back and forth a shaker
I'm a slave to the breakin off
I get the job done - but some days I wanna off
D be like, "We ain't got no for that!"
?uestlove said, "We got no time for that!"
My old bird like, "We ain't got no for that!"
So I when my back hurts
the numbers from my grandmother like Kraftwerk
I rock the patchwork fast I'm in to win but begin to sin
we're in to win with and Heineken's
Beast for each and greet the meek speech
to and peak cause Pete, shit gets deep
I fuh-fuh-freak, that come out
at night, most cats pull the gun out
Go on and on and, to the of when the
run out, run out, r-run 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 these horns
I want you to taste these horns, now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) (yeah) hard-core
(ain't it) and rugged (uh) rugged and raw
(yeah baby that's what I'm about
c'mon, em, give us a little 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, let let me get a little 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, intense MC, to be the reign
on the industry I
penitentiary talk, Coke and a Hennesey walk
My imagery talks, metaphors and similes
Time for war, my artillery caulks the nigga
I'm killin 'em
Dealin golf, gettin blowed on the course
I be dissin magazines, but buy The Source
Can't why the force, is with me
Known to bring a rapper down - like did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut like this is Street in backpacks
Braggin how they 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 a rasta sprinter
The way you want the game I rub off like
I remain like a tattoo natural raps
Copy like a fax that's y'all actual
Battle raps is where it began, I'ma end it I land
I done 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,
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, ain't it) for you and yours, for you and
You got the C to the,
cold-blooded, (c'mon)
and rugged, rugged and raw
for you and yours, for you and yours..

[Common ad-libs, then vocal samples til end]