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, on, hard-core
We take it

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, school
Brother com, gotta make our through
The stylist and with vibrance
The sign of times rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a terrible to spill
Rap life's a dream that seems for real
A wake up, superstar, with no acres
After, traveling the to see paper's 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!
Questlove said, we ain't got no 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
in to win with hen's and heineken's
Beast for each and greet the meek speech
To seek and peak cause pete, shit deep
I freak, styles come out
At night, when most pull the gun out
Go on and on and, to the break of the
run out, run out, r-run 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)
Cold-blooded (come on)
(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 you to taste these horns, come on now)
C, the (uh) cold-blooded (yeah) hard-core
(Ain't it) and rugged (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah baby that's I'm talking about
come on, give em, give us a more)
For you and yours, for you and
C to the, (nasty) cold-blooded, hard-core
(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 mention me,
As a, MC, sent to be the reign
On the I came
With penitentiary talk, coke and a walk
My imagery talks, and similes stalk
Time for war, my artillery caulks the hardest
I'm killing 'em
with golf, getting blowed on the course
I be dissing magazines, but then buy the
Can't why the force, is with me
to bring a rapper down, like bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies like this is beat street in backpacks
Bragging how they don't eat and abstract
I backsmack em with they skateboard, flee the crime
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 that's y'all facts
Battle raps is where it began, end it wherever I land
I done thought of, a 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)
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)
and rugged, rugged and raw
For you and yours, for you and