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
com, gotta make our move through
The stylist and violence with
The sign of times rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a terrible thing to
Rap like a dream that seems for real
A nigga wake up, superstar, with no
After, traveling the to see paper's just paper
Streets take ya, 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!
said, we ain't got no time for that!
My old like, we ain't got no time for that!
So I when my back hurts
Play the numbers from my grandmother kraftwerk
I rock the patchwork I'm in to win but then begin to sin
We're in to win with 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, 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 rugged (come on) 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 think I taste these horns
I you to taste these horns, come on now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) (yeah) hard-core
(Ain't it) rough and (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah that's what I'm talking about
come on, give em, 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, let let me get a little taste of this here)
For you and yours, for you and

The simps,
These studs me,
As a, intense MC, to be the reign
On the industry I
With penitentiary talk, and a Hennesey walk
My talks, metaphors and similes stalk
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 a rapper down, like bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut like this is beat street in
Bragging how they don't eat meat and
I backsmack em with they skateboard, flee the crime
With a rhyme scheme to frauds
Make become queens, run things like a rasta sprinter
The way you want the game I rub off henner
I remain like a with natural raps
Copy like a fax that's actual facts
Battle raps is where it began, end it wherever I land
I done thought of, a master plan, it

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,
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