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, come on,
We take it

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, school
Brother com, make our move through
The stylist and with vibrance
The sign of times with rhyme shit is
The mind is a terrible to spill
Rap life's like a that seems for real
A nigga up, superstar, with no acres
After, the world to see paper's just paper
Streets ya, back and forth like a shaker
I'm a slave to the rhythm's off
I get the job done, but some days I wanna off
D be like, we got no time for that!
Questlove said, we ain't got no for that!
My old like, we ain't got no time for that!
So I rhyme when my hurts
the numbers from my grandmother like kraftwerk
I rock the patchwork I'm in to win but then begin to sin
in to win with 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 most cats 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) rough and (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 these horns, come on now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) (yeah) hard-core
(Ain't it) rough and (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah baby that's what I'm about
come on, em, give us a little more)
For you and yours, for you and
C to the, (nasty) cold-blooded, hard-core
(Come on) and rugged, 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 industry I
With penitentiary talk, coke and a walk
My talks, metaphors and similes stalk
Time for war, my artillery the hardest nigga
I'm 'em soft
Dealing with golf, getting blowed on the
I be dissing magazines, but buy the source
explain why the force, is with me
Known to bring a rapper down, like bobby did
Sophisticated sissies like this is beat street in backpacks
Bragging how don't eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em with they skateboard, flee the crime
With a rhyme scheme to frauds
Make broads become queens, run things like a sprinter
The way you want the game I rub off like
I like a tattoo with natural raps
Copy a fax that's y'all actual facts
Battle raps is it began, I'ma 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) 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)
Cold-blooded (nasty, yo yo)
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