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 take it

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, nursery
com, gotta make our move through
The stylist and violence vibrance
The sign of with rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a terrible thing to
Rap life's like a that seems for real
A wake up, superstar, with no acres
After, traveling the to see paper's just paper
Streets take ya, back and like a shaker
I'm a slave to the breaking off
I get the job done, but some I wanna take off
D be like, we got no time for that!
said, we ain't got no time for that!
My old bird like, we ain't got no for that!
So I rhyme when my hurts
Play the numbers from my grandmother like
I rock the fast I'm in to win but then begin to sin
We're in to win hen's and heineken's
Beast for each and greet the meek with
To seek and peak pete, shit gets deep
I freak, styles that out
At night, when most pull the gun out
Go on and on and, to the of when the
Sound run out, run out, out
C uhh,

Cold-blooded (come on) cold-blooded,
(Hit em with the) rough and (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 I wanna taste these horns
I you to taste these horns, come on now)
C, the (uh) cold-blooded (yeah) hard-core
(Ain't it) rough and (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah baby what I'm talking about
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, alright let let me get a little of this 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 talk, coke and a Hennesey walk
My imagery talks, metaphors and stalk
Time for war, my caulks the hardest nigga
I'm 'em soft
Dealing with golf, 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 beat street in
how they don't eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em with skateboard, flee the crime scene
With a scheme to escape frauds
Make broads become queens, run like a rasta sprinter
The way you want the game I rub off henner
I remain like a tattoo natural raps
Copy like a fax y'all actual facts
Battle is where it began, I'ma end it wherever I land
I thought of, a master plan, it goes

C to the, cold-blooded (yeah, on)
Cold-blooded, (ya know)
(Ain't it) and rugged, (come on) rugged 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)
(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)
and rugged, rugged and raw
For you and yours, for you and