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, 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 wake up, superstar, with no acres
After, the world to see paper's just paper
take ya, back and forth 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!
Questlove said, we 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 hen's and heineken's
for each 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 of when 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)
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 these horns
I want you to taste these horns, on now)
C, the (uh) cold-blooded (yeah) hard-core
(Ain't it) rough and rugged (uh) 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, 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 I came
With penitentiary talk, coke and a walk
My talks, metaphors and similes stalk
Time for war, my artillery caulks the nigga
I'm 'em soft
Dealing with golf, getting blowed on the
I be dissing magazines, but then buy the
Can't why the force, is with me
Known to bring a rapper down, bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut like is beat street in backpacks
how they don't eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em with skateboard, flee the crime scene
With a scheme to escape frauds
Make broads become queens, run things like a rasta
The way you want the 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, end it wherever I land
I done thought of, a 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,
and rugged, rugged and raw
For you and yours, for you and
You got the c to the, (yeah, hey)
Cold-blooded (nasty, yo yo)
and rugged, 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)
and rugged, rugged and raw
For you and yours, for you and