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, school
Brother com, gotta our move through
The stylist and violence with
The of times with rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a thing to spill
Rap life's like a dream seems for real
A nigga wake up, superstar, no acres
After, traveling the world to see paper's just
Streets take ya, and forth like a shaker
I'm a to the rhythm's breaking off
I get the job done, but some I wanna take off
D be like, we got no time for that!
Questlove said, we got no time for that!
My old bird like, we got no time for that!
So I rhyme when my hurts
the numbers from my grandmother like kraftwerk
I the patchwork 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 and peak cause pete, shit gets deep
I freak, styles that out
At night, when most cats 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 with the) rough and rugged (come on) and raw
(Hey) for you and yours, for you and
You got the c, uhh, (yeah)
Cold-blooded (come on)
(Ain't it funky) and rugged, rugged and raw
For you and yours, for you and
(Yo, yo I-I think I wanna these 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 talking
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, sent to be the
On the industry I
penitentiary talk, coke and a Hennesey walk
My imagery talks, and similes stalk
for war, my artillery caulks the hardest nigga
I'm killing 'em
with golf, getting blowed on the course
I be magazines, but then buy the source
Can't explain why the force, is me
Known to bring a down, like bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies like this is beat street in backpacks
Bragging how they don't eat and abstract
I em with they skateboard, flee the crime scene
a rhyme scheme to escape frauds
Make broads become queens, run things like a rasta
The way you the game I rub off like henner
I remain like a with natural raps
Copy like a fax that's actual facts
Battle raps is 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,
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