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,
Ain't it,huh, come on,
We take it

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, nursery
Brother com, gotta make our move
The stylist and with vibrance
The of times with rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a thing to spill
Rap like a dream 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 forth like a
I'm a slave to the 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 my back hurts
the numbers from my grandmother like kraftwerk
I rock the fast I'm in to win but then begin to sin
We're in to win with and heineken's
Beast for each and greet the with speech
To seek and peak cause pete, gets deep
I freak, that come out
At night, when most cats the gun out
Go on and on and, to the break of 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)
Cold-blooded (come on)
(Ain't it funky) rough and rugged, and raw
For you and yours, for you and
(Yo, yo I-I I wanna taste these horns
I want you to these horns, come on now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) cold-blooded (yeah)
(Ain't it) and rugged (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah baby that's what I'm about
come on, 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, let let me get a little taste of this here)
For you and yours, for you and

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

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, 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