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 take it

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, nursery
Brother com, make our move through
The stylist and violence vibrance
The of times with rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a terrible thing to
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 like a
I'm a to the rhythm's breaking off
I get the job done, but some I wanna take off
D be like, we ain't got no 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 back
Play the numbers from my grandmother kraftwerk
I rock the patchwork 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 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) rough and (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) rough and rugged, and raw
For you and yours, for you and
(Yo, yo I-I think I wanna taste horns
I want you to taste these horns, on now)
C, the (uh) cold-blooded (yeah) hard-core
(Ain't it) rough and rugged (uh) and raw
(Yeah baby that's I'm talking about
come on, em, give us a little more)
For you and yours, for you and
C to the, (nasty) cold-blooded, hard-core
(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,
studs mention me,
As a, intense MC, sent to be the
On the industry I
penitentiary talk, coke and a Hennesey walk
My talks, metaphors and similes stalk
Time for war, my artillery the hardest nigga
I'm 'em soft
Dealing with golf, getting blowed on the
I be dissing magazines, but then buy the
Can't explain why the force, is me
Known to bring a rapper down, like bobby did
Sophisticated sissies strut like this is beat in backpacks
Bragging how don't eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em with they skateboard, flee the scene
With a scheme to escape frauds
Make broads become queens, run things like a sprinter
The way you want the I rub off like henner
I remain like a with natural raps
Copy like a fax that's y'all actual
Battle raps is where it began, 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) 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