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 daughter, started, nursery school
Brother com, gotta our move through
The stylist and with vibrance
The sign of times with shit is timeless
The mind is a thing to spill
Rap life's like a dream that for real
A nigga 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 to the rhythm's breaking off
I get the job done, but days 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 my back hurts
Play the from my grandmother like kraftwerk
I rock the patchwork fast I'm in to win but begin to sin
We're in to win with hen's and
for each and greet the meek with speech
To seek and peak cause pete, shit gets
I freak, styles come out
At night, when most pull 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 the) rough and rugged (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 think I wanna taste horns
I want you to these horns, come on now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) (yeah) hard-core
(Ain't it) and rugged (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah baby that's I'm talking about
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) 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,
These studs me,
As a, intense MC, sent to be the
On the I came
With penitentiary talk, and a Hennesey walk
My imagery talks, and similes stalk
Time for war, my caulks the hardest nigga
I'm killing 'em
Dealing with golf, getting blowed on the
I be magazines, but then buy the source
Can't explain why the force, is me
Known to bring a rapper down, bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut like this is beat in backpacks
Bragging how they don't eat meat and
I backsmack em with they skateboard, flee the crime
With a rhyme scheme to escape
Make broads become queens, run things like a sprinter
The way you the game I rub off like henner
I remain like a tattoo natural raps
like a fax that's y'all actual facts
Battle raps is where it began, I'ma end it wherever I
I done thought of, a plan, it goes

C to the, (yeah, come 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,
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)
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