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, gotta make our move
the stylist(?) and with vibrance
The of times with rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a terrible to spill
Rap life's like a dream seems for real
A wake up, superstar, with no acres
after, travellin the world to see paper's paper
Streets take ya, back and like a shaker
I'm a slave to the breakin off
I get the job done - but some days I take off
D be like, "We ain't got no for that!"
said, "We ain't got no time for that!"
My old bird like, "We ain't got no for that!"
So I rhyme when my back
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 Hen's and
Beast for each and greet the meek with
to and peak cause Pete, shit gets deep
I fuh-fuh-freak, that come out
at night, when most 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 (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) Rough and rugged, and raw
for you and yours, for you and
(Yo, yo I-I think I taste these horns
I you to taste these horns, c'mon now)
C, the (uh) cold-blooded (yeah) hard-core
(ain't it) Rough and rugged (uh) 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) and rugged, 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
These mention me, uhh uhh uhh uhh
As a, MC, sent to be the reign
on the industry I
With penitentiary talk, Coke and a walk
My imagery talks, and similes stalk
Time for war, my artillery the hardest nigga
I'm killin 'em
Dealin with golf, gettin on the course
I be dissin magazines, but buy The Source
Can't explain why the force, is me
Known to bring a rapper - like Bobby did Whitney
sissies strut like this is Beat Street in backpacks
Braggin how they don't eat and abstract
I backsmack em they skateboard, flee the crime scene
with a rhyme scheme to frauds
Make broads become queens, run like 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 actual facts
raps is where it began, I'ma end it wherever I land
I done of, a master plan, it goes

C to the, (yeah, c'mon)
cold-blooded, (ya know)
(ain't it) and rugged, (c'mon) rugged 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..

ad-libs, then some vocal samples til end]