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 it higher

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, school
Brother com, make our move through
The stylist and violence vibrance
The sign of times with shit is timeless
The mind is a terrible to spill
Rap life's like a that seems for real
A nigga up, superstar, with no acres
After, traveling the world to see paper's just
Streets take ya, back and forth a shaker
I'm a to the rhythm's breaking off
I get the job done, but some days I wanna 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 got no time for that!
So I rhyme when my hurts
Play the numbers from my grandmother like
I rock the patchwork fast I'm in to win but then 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, shit deep
I freak, styles that out
At night, when most cats 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 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) rough and rugged, and raw
For you and yours, for you and
(Yo, yo I-I I wanna taste these horns
I you to taste these horns, come on now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) (yeah) hard-core
(Ain't it) and rugged (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah that's what I'm talking about
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 little of this here)
For you and yours, for you and

The simps,
These mention me,
As a, intense MC, to be the reign
On the I came
With penitentiary talk, coke and a Hennesey
My imagery talks, metaphors and similes
Time for war, my artillery caulks the nigga
I'm 'em soft
Dealing with golf, getting on the course
I be dissing magazines, but then buy the
explain why the force, is with me
Known to bring a rapper down, bobby did Whitney
sissies strut like this is beat street 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 want the game I rub off henner
I remain like a tattoo with raps
Copy a fax that's y'all actual facts
Battle raps is where it began, I'ma end it wherever I
I thought of, a master plan, it goes

C to the, cold-blooded (yeah, 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)
Rough and rugged, and raw
For you and yours, for you and