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,
it,huh, come on, hard-core
We it higher

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, school
Brother com, gotta make our move
The stylist and violence vibrance
The sign of times rhyme shit is timeless
The is a terrible thing to spill
Rap life's a dream that seems for real
A nigga up, superstar, with no acres
After, traveling the to see paper's just paper
Streets take ya, back and forth like a
I'm a slave to the breaking off
I get the job done, but some 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 got no time for that!
So I when my back hurts
Play the 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 that out
At night, most cats 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 with the) and rugged (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 horns
I want you to taste these horns, on now)
C, the (uh) cold-blooded (yeah) hard-core
(Ain't it) and rugged (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) and rugged, rugged and raw
(Yo, alright let let me get a little of this here)
For you and yours, for you and

The simps,
studs mention me,
As a, intense MC, sent to be the
On the I came
With penitentiary talk, coke and a walk
My imagery talks, and similes stalk
Time for war, my caulks the hardest nigga
I'm 'em soft
Dealing with golf, getting on the course
I be dissing magazines, but buy the source
explain why the force, is with me
Known to bring a rapper down, bobby did Whitney
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
broads become queens, run things like a rasta sprinter
The way you want the game I rub off henner
I remain like a tattoo with raps
Copy like a fax that's y'all facts
Battle raps is where it began, end it wherever I land
I done 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,
and rugged, 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, it) for you and yours, for you and yours
You got the c to the,
Cold-blooded, (come on)
Rough and rugged, and raw
For you and yours, for you and