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 and violence with vibrance
The sign of with rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a thing to spill
Rap life's like a dream that seems for
A nigga up, superstar, with no acres
After, traveling the world to see paper's just
Streets take ya, back and forth like a
I'm a slave to the rhythm's off
I get the job done, but some days I take off
D be like, we ain't got no for that!
Questlove said, we got no time for that!
My old bird like, we got no time for that!
So I rhyme my back hurts
Play the numbers from my grandmother kraftwerk
I rock the patchwork fast I'm in to win but begin to sin
We're in to win hen's 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 most pull the gun out
Go on and on and, to the break of the
run out, run out, r-run 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)
(come on) hard-core
(Ain't it funky) rough and rugged, and raw
For you and yours, for you and
(Yo, yo I-I think I taste these horns
I you to taste these horns, come on now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) cold-blooded (yeah)
(Ain't it) rough and (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah baby that's what I'm talking
on, give em, give 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 taste of here)
For you and yours, for you and

The simps,
These mention me,
As a, intense MC, to be the reign
On the industry I
penitentiary talk, coke and a Hennesey walk
My imagery talks, and similes stalk
Time for war, my artillery caulks the hardest
I'm 'em soft
Dealing with golf, getting blowed on the
I be dissing magazines, but buy the source
Can't explain why the force, is me
Known to bring a rapper down, like did Whitney
sissies strut like this is beat street in backpacks
Bragging how don't eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em with they skateboard, flee the scene
With a rhyme to escape frauds
Make broads become queens, run like a rasta sprinter
The way you the game I rub off like henner
I remain a tattoo with natural raps
like a fax that's y'all actual facts
Battle raps is it began, I'ma end it wherever I land
I thought 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)
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)
Rough and rugged, and raw
For you and yours, for you and