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,
it,huh, come on, hard-core
We take it

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, nursery
Brother com, gotta our move through
The stylist and with vibrance
The sign of times with rhyme shit is
The mind is a terrible thing to
Rap life's like a dream that seems for
A nigga wake up, superstar, no acres
After, traveling the world to see paper's paper
Streets take ya, back and forth like a
I'm a slave to the rhythm's 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 like, we ain't got no time for that!
So I rhyme when my back
Play the numbers from my like kraftwerk
I the patchwork fast I'm in to win but then begin to sin
We're in to win with and heineken's
Beast for and greet the meek with speech
To seek and peak pete, shit gets deep
I freak, styles that out
At night, when 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 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) and rugged, rugged and raw
For you and yours, for you and
(Yo, yo I-I think I wanna these horns
I you to taste these horns, come on now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) cold-blooded (yeah)
(Ain't it) rough and rugged (uh) 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) and rugged, rugged and raw
(Yo, alright let let me get a taste 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 I came
With penitentiary talk, and a Hennesey walk
My imagery talks, and similes stalk
Time for war, my artillery caulks the hardest
I'm killing 'em
Dealing golf, getting blowed on the course
I be dissing magazines, but buy the source
Can't explain why the force, is me
Known to bring a rapper down, bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated strut like this is beat street in backpacks
Bragging how they eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em with skateboard, flee the crime scene
With a rhyme scheme to escape
Make broads become queens, run like a rasta sprinter
The way you want the I rub off like henner
I remain like a tattoo natural raps
Copy like a fax that's y'all 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,
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)
Rough and rugged, and raw
For you and yours, for you and