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 -
it - huh, c'mon - hard-core
We it hiiiiiiiiiiiiigh-er

Yo, yo
My daughter, started, nursery school
Brother Com, make our move through
the stylist(?) and violence vibrance
The sign of with rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a terrible thing to
Rap life's a dream that seems for real
A nigga wake up, superstar, with no
after, travellin the to see paper's just paper
Streets take ya, back and forth like a
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!"
said, "We ain't 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 like Kraftwerk
I rock the patchwork I'm in to win but then begin to sin
we're in to win Hen's and Heineken's
for each 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 of when the
sound run out, run out, out
C uhh,

(c'mon) cold-blooded, hard-core
(hit em with the) Rough and (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) Rough and (uh) rugged and raw
(yeah that's 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) Rough and rugged, and raw
(Yo, aight let let me get a little 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, MC, sent to be the reign
on the I came
With penitentiary talk, Coke and a walk
My imagery talks, metaphors and similes
for war, my artillery caulks the hardest nigga
I'm killin 'em
Dealin with golf, gettin on the course
I be magazines, but then buy The Source
Can't why the force, is with me
Known to bring a down - like Bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut like this is Beat in backpacks
how they don't eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em they skateboard, flee the crime scene
with a scheme to escape frauds
Make broads become queens, run like a rasta sprinter
The way you want the I rub off like Henner
I remain like a tattoo with raps
Copy like a fax that's actual facts
Battle raps is where it began, end it wherever 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,
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)
Rough and rugged, and raw
for you and yours, for you and yours..

[Common ad-libs, then some vocal samples til