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, on, hard-core
We it higher

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, school
Brother com, gotta make our through
The stylist and violence with
The sign of times rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a terrible thing to
Rap life's like a dream that for real
A nigga wake up, superstar, with no
After, the world to see paper's just paper
Streets take ya, and forth like a shaker
I'm a to the rhythm's breaking off
I get the job done, but some 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 when my back hurts
the numbers from my grandmother like kraftwerk
I rock the fast I'm in to win but then begin 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, that come out
At night, when cats pull the gun out
Go on and on and, to the of when the
run out, run out, r-run out
C uhh,

Cold-blooded (come on) cold-blooded,
(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)
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 taste these horns
I want you to taste horns, come on now)
C, the (uh) cold-blooded (yeah) hard-core
(Ain't it) and rugged (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah baby 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,
studs mention me,
As a, intense MC, sent to be the
On the industry I
With penitentiary talk, and a Hennesey walk
My imagery talks, and similes stalk
for war, my artillery caulks the hardest nigga
I'm killing 'em
Dealing with golf, blowed on the course
I be dissing magazines, but buy the source
Can't why the force, is with me
Known to bring a down, like bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated strut like this is beat street in backpacks
Bragging how they eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em with they skateboard, the crime scene
With a scheme to escape frauds
Make broads queens, run things like a rasta sprinter
The way you want the I rub off like henner
I remain like a tattoo with natural
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, (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)
and rugged, 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