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, school
Brother com, make our move through
The stylist and violence with
The sign of with rhyme shit is timeless
The is a terrible thing to spill
Rap life's like a dream that seems for
A wake 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 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 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 cause pete, 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
run out, run out, r-run out
C uhh,

(come on) cold-blooded, hard-core
(Hit em with the) rough and rugged (come on) and raw
(Hey) for you and yours, for you and
You got the c, uhh, (yeah)
(come on) hard-core
(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 want you to taste horns, come on now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) (yeah) hard-core
(Ain't it) and rugged (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah baby 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, let let me get a little 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 talk, coke and a Hennesey walk
My imagery talks, metaphors and stalk
for war, my artillery caulks the hardest nigga
I'm 'em soft
with golf, getting blowed on the course
I be magazines, but then buy the source
Can't explain why the force, is me
Known to bring a rapper down, like bobby did
Sophisticated strut like this is beat street in backpacks
how they don't eat meat and abstract
I em with they skateboard, flee the crime scene
a rhyme scheme to escape frauds
Make broads become queens, run things like a sprinter
The way you want the game I rub off like
I remain a tattoo with natural raps
Copy like a fax that's y'all actual
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) 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