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, nursery
Brother com, gotta our move through
The stylist and with vibrance
The of times with rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a terrible 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 take ya, and forth like a shaker
I'm a slave to the breaking 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 from my grandmother like kraftwerk
I rock the patchwork I'm in to win but then begin to sin
We're in to win with hen's and
Beast for each and greet the with speech
To seek and peak pete, shit gets deep
I freak, styles come out
At night, when most cats the gun out
Go on and on and, to the break of the
Sound run out, run out, out
C uhh,

(come on) cold-blooded, hard-core
(Hit em the) rough 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 wanna taste horns
I want you to taste horns, come on now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) cold-blooded (yeah)
(Ain't it) rough and rugged (uh) and raw
(Yeah baby what I'm talking about
come on, give em, 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, alright let let me get a little taste of here)
For you and yours, for you and

The simps,
These mention me,
As a, intense MC, sent to be the
On the industry I
penitentiary talk, coke and a Hennesey walk
My imagery talks, metaphors and stalk
Time for war, my artillery the hardest nigga
I'm killing 'em
with golf, getting blowed on the course
I be dissing magazines, but buy the source
Can't why the force, is with me
Known to bring a rapper down, bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut like this is beat street in
Bragging how they don't eat meat and
I backsmack em with skateboard, flee the crime scene
With a rhyme to escape frauds
Make broads become queens, run things like a rasta
The way you want the I rub off like 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 master plan, it

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)
(nasty, yo yo) hard-core
Rough and 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