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 it higher

Yo, yo
My daughter, started, nursery school
Brother com, make our move through
The stylist and violence with
The sign of times rhyme shit is timeless
The is a terrible thing to spill
Rap life's like a that seems for real
A nigga wake up, superstar, with no
After, the world to see paper's just paper
Streets take ya, back and like a shaker
I'm a slave to the breaking off
I get the job done, but some days I take off
D be like, we ain't got no 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 back
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
Beast for each and the meek with speech
To seek and peak cause pete, gets deep
I freak, styles that out
At night, most cats pull the gun out
Go on and on and, to the break of the
run out, run out, r-run out
C uhh,

(come on) cold-blooded, hard-core
(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) cold-blooded (yeah)
(Ain't it) rough and (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah baby that's what I'm talking
come on, em, give us a little more)
For you and yours, for you and
C to the, cold-blooded (nasty) cold-blooded,
(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,
These studs 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
Time for war, my artillery caulks the hardest
I'm 'em soft
with golf, getting blowed on the course
I be dissing magazines, but then buy the
Can't explain why the force, is me
Known to a rapper down, like bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated strut like this is beat street in backpacks
Bragging how they don't eat meat and
I em with they skateboard, flee the crime scene
With a rhyme to escape frauds
Make broads become queens, run like a rasta sprinter
The way you want the game I rub off henner
I remain like a with natural raps
Copy a fax that's y'all actual facts
Battle is where it began, I'ma 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) rough and rugged, (come on) 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)
(nasty, yo yo) hard-core
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)
and rugged, rugged and raw
For you and yours, for you and