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,
it,huh, come on, hard-core
We take it

Yo, yo
My daughter, started, nursery school
Brother com, make our move through
The stylist and violence vibrance
The of times with rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a terrible to spill
Rap life's like a dream that seems for
A nigga up, superstar, with no acres
After, the world to see paper's just paper
Streets ya, back and forth like a shaker
I'm a to the rhythm's breaking off
I get the job done, but some days I wanna off
D be like, we ain't got no for that!
Questlove said, we ain't got no for that!
My old bird like, we got no time for that!
So I when my back hurts
Play the from my grandmother like kraftwerk
I rock the patchwork fast I'm in to win but then to sin
in to win with hen's and heineken's
Beast for each and the meek with speech
To seek and cause pete, shit gets deep
I freak, styles come out
At night, when most pull the gun out
Go on and on and, to the of when the
Sound run out, run out, out
C uhh,

Cold-blooded (come on) cold-blooded,
(Hit em the) rough and rugged (come on) rugged and raw
(Hey) for you and yours, for you and
You got the c, uhh, (yeah)
(come on) 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 these horns, on now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) cold-blooded (yeah)
(Ain't it) rough and (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah baby that's what I'm about
come on, give em, us a little more)
For you and yours, for you and
C to the, (nasty) cold-blooded, hard-core
(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, intense MC, to be the reign
On the I came
With penitentiary talk, and a Hennesey walk
My imagery talks, metaphors and similes
Time for war, my artillery the hardest nigga
I'm killing 'em
Dealing with golf, getting on the course
I be dissing magazines, but buy the source
Can't why the force, is with me
Known to bring a rapper down, like did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies like this is beat street in backpacks
how they don't eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em they skateboard, flee the crime scene
With a rhyme scheme to escape
Make broads queens, run things like a rasta sprinter
The way you the game I rub off like henner
I remain a tattoo with natural raps
like a fax that's y'all actual facts
Battle raps is where it began, end it wherever I land
I done thought of, a plan, it goes

C to the, (yeah, come on)
Cold-blooded, (ya know)
(Ain't it) and rugged, (come on) 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)
(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, (come on)
Rough and rugged, and raw
For you and yours, for you and