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, come on,
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 rhyme shit is timeless
The is a terrible thing to spill
Rap life's a dream that seems for real
A nigga wake up, superstar, with no
After, traveling the world to see paper's just
Streets take ya, back and forth a shaker
I'm a to the rhythm's breaking 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 got no time for that!
My old bird like, we ain't got no for that!
So I rhyme when my hurts
Play the 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, 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
run out, run out, r-run out
C uhh,

(come on) cold-blooded, hard-core
(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) rough and rugged, and raw
For you and yours, for you and
(Yo, yo I-I think I wanna these horns
I want you to taste these horns, on now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) cold-blooded (yeah)
(Ain't it) rough and (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah baby that's I'm talking 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 taste of 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 talks, metaphors and similes stalk
Time for war, my artillery caulks the hardest
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, like bobby did
Sophisticated sissies strut like this is street in backpacks
Bragging how they eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em with they skateboard, flee the crime
With a rhyme to escape frauds
Make broads become queens, run things like a sprinter
The way you want the game I rub off henner
I remain like a with natural raps
Copy like a fax that's y'all actual
raps is where it began, I'ma 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)
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)
and rugged, rugged and raw
For you and yours, for you and