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 our move through
The stylist and violence with
The sign of times with rhyme shit is
The is a terrible thing to spill
Rap like a dream that seems for real
A nigga wake up, superstar, with no
After, traveling the to see paper's just paper
Streets ya, back 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 ain't got no for that!
So I rhyme when my back
Play the from my grandmother like kraftwerk
I the patchwork fast I'm in to win but then begin to sin
in to win with hen's and heineken's
Beast for each and greet the meek with
To seek and 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
Sound run out, run out, out
C uhh,

(come on) cold-blooded, hard-core
(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 these horns, come on now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) (yeah) hard-core
(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) and rugged, rugged and raw
(Yo, let let me get a little taste of this here)
For you and yours, for you and

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