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 it higher

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, nursery
Brother com, make our move through
The and violence with vibrance
The sign of times with shit is timeless
The is a terrible thing to spill
Rap life's like a dream seems for real
A nigga wake up, superstar, no acres
After, the world to see paper's just paper
Streets take ya, back and forth 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 got no time for that!
My old bird like, we ain't got no for that!
So I when my back hurts
the numbers from my grandmother like kraftwerk
I rock the patchwork fast I'm in to win but then to sin
We're in to win with and heineken's
Beast for each and greet the with speech
To and peak cause pete, shit gets deep
I freak, that come out
At night, most cats pull the gun out
Go on and on and, to the of when 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)
(come on) hard-core
(Ain't it funky) and rugged, rugged and raw
For you and yours, for you and
(Yo, yo I-I think I taste these horns
I want you to taste horns, come on now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) cold-blooded (yeah)
(Ain't it) and rugged (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah baby that's 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 taste of here)
For you and yours, for you and

The simps,
These studs me,
As a, MC, sent to be the reign
On the I came
With penitentiary talk, and a Hennesey walk
My imagery talks, and similes stalk
Time for war, my artillery caulks the nigga
I'm 'em soft
Dealing golf, getting blowed on the course
I be magazines, but then buy the source
explain why the force, is with me
Known to bring a rapper down, bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut like this is street in backpacks
Bragging how they don't eat and abstract
I backsmack em with they skateboard, flee the scene
With a scheme to escape frauds
Make broads queens, run things like a rasta sprinter
The way you want the game I rub off henner
I remain like a tattoo natural raps
Copy a fax that's y'all actual facts
raps is where it began, I'ma end it wherever I land
I done thought of, a master plan, it

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, 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