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 daughter, started, nursery school
Brother com, gotta make our move
The stylist and violence with
The sign of times with rhyme is timeless
The mind is a thing to spill
Rap life's a dream that seems for real
A nigga up, superstar, with no acres
After, traveling the world to see paper's just
Streets take ya, and forth like a shaker
I'm a slave to the rhythm's 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 ain't got no for that!
So I rhyme my back hurts
the numbers from my grandmother like kraftwerk
I rock the fast I'm in to win but then begin to sin
We're in to win with hen's and
Beast for each and greet the meek with
To seek and peak cause pete, shit gets
I freak, that 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 with the) rough and (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 think I wanna taste these
I want you to taste horns, come on now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) cold-blooded (yeah)
(Ain't it) rough and (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah baby what I'm talking about
on, give em, give us a little 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 little 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
penitentiary talk, coke and a Hennesey walk
My imagery talks, metaphors and stalk
for war, my artillery 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
to bring a rapper down, like bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut like this is street in backpacks
Bragging how don't eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em with they skateboard, flee the crime
With a rhyme to escape frauds
Make broads queens, run things like a rasta sprinter
The way you want the game I rub off henner
I like a tattoo with natural raps
Copy like a fax that's y'all facts
Battle is where it began, I'ma 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) 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