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 little daughter, started, nursery
Brother com, gotta make our through
The stylist and with vibrance
The sign of times rhyme shit is timeless
The is a terrible thing to spill
Rap life's like a dream that seems for
A wake up, superstar, with no acres
After, traveling the world to see paper's paper
Streets take ya, back and 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 got no time for that!
said, we ain't got no time for that!
My old bird like, we ain't got no for that!
So I when my back hurts
Play the numbers my grandmother like kraftwerk
I rock the patchwork I'm in to win but then begin to sin
in to win with hen's and heineken's
Beast for each and greet the meek with
To seek and peak pete, shit gets deep
I freak, that come out
At night, most cats pull the gun out
Go on and on and, to the break of 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)
Cold-blooded (come on)
(Ain't it funky) rough and 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 (uh) cold-blooded (yeah) hard-core
(Ain't it) rough and rugged (uh) and raw
(Yeah baby that's 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, 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 industry I
With penitentiary talk, coke and a walk
My imagery talks, metaphors and similes
Time for war, my artillery caulks the nigga
I'm 'em soft
Dealing with golf, blowed 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
sissies strut like this is beat street in backpacks
Bragging how they eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em with they skateboard, flee the crime
With a scheme to escape frauds
Make broads queens, run things like a rasta sprinter
The way you the game I rub off like henner
I remain like a with natural raps
Copy a fax that's y'all actual facts
Battle raps is it began, I'ma end it wherever I land
I thought of, a master 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)
(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