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,
it,huh, come on, hard-core
We take it

Yo, yo
My daughter, started, nursery school
Brother com, gotta our move through
The stylist and violence vibrance
The sign of times with rhyme is timeless
The mind is a terrible to spill
Rap life's like a that seems for real
A nigga wake up, superstar, no acres
After, traveling the world to see paper's paper
take ya, back and forth like a shaker
I'm a slave to the rhythm's off
I get the job done, but some I wanna take off
D be like, we got no time for that!
Questlove said, we got no time for that!
My old bird like, we got no time for that!
So I when my back hurts
Play the numbers my grandmother like kraftwerk
I rock the patchwork fast I'm in to win but then to sin
in to win with hen's and heineken's
Beast for and greet the meek with speech
To seek and peak pete, shit gets deep
I freak, styles that out
At night, most cats pull the gun out
Go on and on and, to the break of the
run out, run out, r-run out
C uhh,

(come on) cold-blooded, hard-core
(Hit em with the) 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) 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 taste these horns, 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 talking
come on, give em, give us a 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 taste of this here)
For you and yours, for you and

The simps,
These studs me,
As a, intense MC, to be the reign
On the industry I
With penitentiary talk, coke and a walk
My imagery talks, metaphors and similes
Time for war, my artillery the hardest nigga
I'm 'em soft
Dealing with golf, getting on the course
I be magazines, but then buy the source
Can't why the force, is with me
Known to bring a rapper down, like bobby did
Sophisticated sissies strut like this is beat in backpacks
Bragging how they eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em with skateboard, flee the crime scene
With a rhyme to escape frauds
Make broads queens, run things like a rasta sprinter
The way you want the I rub off like henner
I remain a tattoo with natural raps
Copy a fax that's y'all actual facts
raps is where it began, I'ma 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) 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)
(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