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, come on,
We take it

Yo, yo
My daughter, started, nursery school
Brother com, gotta make our move
The stylist and violence vibrance
The sign of with rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a thing to spill
Rap life's like a dream seems for real
A wake up, superstar, with no acres
After, traveling the to see paper's just paper
Streets take ya, back and forth 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 ain't got no for that!
My old like, we ain't got no time for that!
So I when my back hurts
Play the numbers from my like kraftwerk
I rock the patchwork fast I'm in to win but begin to sin
We're in to win with and heineken's
for each and greet the meek with speech
To seek and peak cause pete, gets deep
I freak, that come out
At night, when 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 with the) and rugged (come on) rugged 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 taste these horns
I want you to these horns, come on now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) cold-blooded (yeah)
(Ain't it) rough and rugged (uh) and raw
(Yeah baby what I'm talking about
come on, give em, give us a 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,
studs mention me,
As a, MC, sent to be the reign
On the I came
penitentiary talk, coke and a Hennesey walk
My talks, metaphors and similes stalk
for war, my artillery caulks the hardest nigga
I'm killing 'em
with golf, getting blowed on the course
I be dissing magazines, but buy the source
Can't explain why the force, is me
Known to bring a down, like bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut like is beat street in backpacks
Bragging how they don't eat and abstract
I em with they skateboard, flee the crime scene
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 tattoo with natural
Copy like a fax that's actual facts
Battle raps is where it began, end it wherever I land
I done of, a master plan, it goes

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, ain't it) for you and yours, for you and
You got the c to the,
Cold-blooded, (come on)
Rough and rugged, and raw
For you and yours, for you and