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 little daughter, started, school
com, gotta make our move through
The and violence with vibrance
The sign of times with rhyme is timeless
The is a terrible thing to spill
Rap life's a dream 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 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 ain't got no for that!
Questlove said, we got no time for that!
My old bird like, we ain't got no for that!
So I when my back hurts
Play the from my grandmother like kraftwerk
I rock the patchwork fast I'm in to win but then to sin
We're in to win hen's and heineken's
Beast for and greet the meek with speech
To seek and peak cause pete, shit gets
I freak, styles that out
At night, when cats 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 the) rough and rugged (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 think I wanna taste these
I want you to taste horns, come on now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) cold-blooded (yeah)
(Ain't it) rough and (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah that's what I'm talking about
on, give em, give us a little more)
For you and yours, for you and
C to the, (nasty) cold-blooded, hard-core
(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 stalk
for war, my artillery caulks the hardest nigga
I'm 'em soft
Dealing with golf, getting blowed on the
I be magazines, but then buy the source
Can't why the force, is with me
Known to bring a rapper down, like did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut like this is street in backpacks
how they don't eat meat and abstract
I em with they skateboard, flee the crime scene
With a scheme to escape frauds
Make broads become queens, run things a rasta sprinter
The way you the game I rub off like henner
I like a tattoo with natural raps
Copy like a fax that's 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) and rugged, (come on) rugged 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, ain't it) for you and yours, for you and
You got the c to the,
Cold-blooded, (come on)
Rough and rugged, and raw
For you and yours, for you and