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 -
Ain't it - huh, - hard-core
We it hiiiiiiiiiiiiigh-er

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, school
Brother Com, gotta make our move
the stylist(?) and violence with
The of times with rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a terrible thing to
Rap life's like a that seems for real
A nigga wake up, superstar, with no
after, travellin the world to see just paper
take ya, back and forth like a shaker
I'm a slave to the rhythm's off
I get the job done - but days I wanna take off
D be like, "We ain't got no for that!"
?uestlove said, "We got no time for that!"
My old like, "We ain't got no time for that!"
So I rhyme when my hurts
Play the from my grandmother like Kraftwerk
I rock the fast I'm in to win but then begin to sin
we're in to win with and Heineken's
for each and greet the meek with speech
to seek and cause Pete, shit gets deep
I fuh-fuh-freak, styles 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 the) Rough 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) and rugged, rugged and raw
for you and yours, for you and
(Yo, yo I-I think I taste these horns
I want you to taste these horns, now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) (yeah) hard-core
(ain't it) Rough and (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) 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
These studs me, uhh uhh uhh uhh
As a, MC, sent to be the reign
on the I came
With penitentiary talk, and a Hennesey walk
My talks, metaphors and similes stalk
Time for war, my artillery the hardest nigga
I'm killin 'em
with golf, gettin blowed 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 Street in
Braggin how they don't eat meat and
I backsmack em with they skateboard, flee the scene
with a rhyme scheme to frauds
Make broads become queens, run things like a rasta
The way you the game I rub off like Henner
I remain a tattoo with natural raps
Copy like a fax y'all actual facts
Battle 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) 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)
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..

[Common ad-libs, then some vocal samples til