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, come on,
We it higher

Yo, yo
My daughter, started, nursery school
Brother com, make our move through
The stylist and violence with
The sign of times rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a terrible to spill
Rap life's like a dream seems for real
A nigga up, superstar, with no acres
After, traveling the world to see paper's paper
Streets take ya, back and like a shaker
I'm a to the rhythm's breaking 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 got no time for that!
So I rhyme when my hurts
the numbers from my grandmother like kraftwerk
I rock the patchwork fast I'm in to win but then to sin
We're in to win hen's and heineken's
Beast for each and greet the meek with
To seek and peak cause pete, shit deep
I freak, that come out
At night, most cats pull the gun out
Go on and on and, to the of when the
Sound run out, run out, out
C uhh,

(come on) cold-blooded, hard-core
(Hit em with the) rough and (come on) rugged and raw
(Hey) for you and yours, for you and
You got the c, uhh, (yeah)
Cold-blooded (come on)
(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 horns, come on now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) cold-blooded (yeah)
(Ain't it) and rugged (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah that's what I'm talking about
come on, give em, give us a more)
For you and yours, for you and
C to the, cold-blooded (nasty) cold-blooded,
(Come on) and rugged, rugged and raw
(Yo, alright let let me get a taste of this here)
For you and yours, for you and

The simps,
studs mention me,
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 caulks the hardest nigga
I'm 'em soft
with golf, getting blowed on the course
I be dissing magazines, but buy the source
Can't why the force, is with me
Known to a rapper down, like bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated strut like this is beat street in backpacks
Bragging how don't eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em they skateboard, flee the crime scene
With a rhyme scheme to escape
broads become queens, run things like a rasta sprinter
The way you the game I rub off like henner
I remain like a with natural raps
Copy like a fax that's y'all actual
Battle is where it began, I'ma end it wherever I land
I thought of, a master plan, it goes

C to the, cold-blooded (yeah, on)
Cold-blooded, (ya know)
(Ain't it) rough and rugged, (come on) 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)
Cold-blooded (nasty, yo yo)
and rugged, rugged and raw
(Ain't it, ain't it) for you and yours, for you and
You got the c to the,
Cold-blooded, (come on)
and rugged, rugged and raw
For you and yours, for you and