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,
Ain't it,huh, on, hard-core
We it higher

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, nursery
Brother com, gotta our move through
The stylist and violence with
The of times with rhyme shit is timeless
The is a terrible thing to spill
Rap life's like a dream that seems for
A nigga wake up, superstar, with no
After, the world to see paper's just paper
Streets take ya, back and forth like a
I'm a to the rhythm's breaking off
I get the job done, but some days I take off
D be like, we ain't got no for that!
Questlove said, we got no time for that!
My old like, we ain't got no time for that!
So I rhyme when my hurts
Play the numbers 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 cause pete, shit gets 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) rough and (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 wanna taste horns
I want you to taste 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 about
come on, give em, give us a 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 little 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 industry I
With penitentiary talk, coke and a Hennesey
My imagery talks, metaphors and similes
Time for war, my caulks the hardest nigga
I'm killing 'em
Dealing with golf, blowed on the course
I be dissing magazines, but buy the source
Can't explain why the force, is me
Known to bring a rapper down, like bobby did
Sophisticated sissies strut this is beat street in backpacks
Bragging how they eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em with they skateboard, the crime scene
With a rhyme scheme to escape
Make become queens, run things like a rasta sprinter
The way you want the game I rub off like
I remain a tattoo with natural raps
like a fax that's y'all actual facts
Battle raps is where it began, I'ma end it I land
I done 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)
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)
Rough and rugged, and raw
For you and yours, for you and