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 take it

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, school
com, gotta make our move through
The and violence with vibrance
The sign of times with rhyme shit is
The mind is a terrible to spill
Rap life's like a dream that for real
A nigga up, superstar, with no acres
After, the world to see paper's just paper
take ya, back and forth like a shaker
I'm a slave to the breaking off
I get the job done, but days I wanna take off
D be like, we ain't got no for that!
Questlove said, we ain't got no for that!
My old like, we ain't got no time for that!
So I rhyme my back hurts
Play the numbers my grandmother like kraftwerk
I the patchwork fast I'm in to win but then begin to sin
in to win with hen's and heineken's
Beast for and greet the meek with speech
To seek and peak cause pete, shit deep
I freak, styles that out
At night, when cats pull the gun out
Go on and on and, to the of when the
run out, run out, r-run out
C uhh,

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

The simps,
These studs me,
As a, intense MC, sent to be the
On the industry I
With penitentiary talk, coke and a Hennesey
My talks, metaphors and similes stalk
Time for war, my caulks the hardest nigga
I'm killing 'em
Dealing with golf, getting blowed on the
I be dissing magazines, but buy the source
Can't why the force, is with me
Known to bring a rapper down, like bobby did
Sophisticated sissies strut like is beat street in backpacks
Bragging how they don't eat meat and
I em with they skateboard, flee the crime scene
With a rhyme to escape frauds
Make broads become queens, run things like a sprinter
The way you the game I rub off like henner
I remain like a with natural raps
like a fax that's y'all actual facts
Battle raps is where it began, 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,
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