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, on, hard-core
We it higher

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, school
Brother com, make our move through
The stylist and violence vibrance
The sign of times with rhyme is timeless
The mind is a thing to spill
Rap life's a dream that seems for real
A nigga up, superstar, with no acres
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 I wanna take off
D be like, we ain't got no 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 fast I'm in to win but begin to sin
We're in to win with and heineken's
Beast for and greet the meek with speech
To seek and cause pete, shit 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
Sound run out, run out, out
C uhh,

Cold-blooded (come on) cold-blooded,
(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) 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 these horns, come on now)
C, the (uh) cold-blooded (yeah) hard-core
(Ain't it) rough and rugged (uh) and raw
(Yeah that's what I'm talking about
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, alright let let me get a little taste of here)
For you and yours, for you and

The simps,
These studs me,
As a, intense MC, to be the reign
On the I came
With penitentiary talk, coke and a Hennesey
My talks, metaphors and similes stalk
Time for war, my caulks the hardest nigga
I'm 'em soft
Dealing with golf, getting blowed on the
I be dissing magazines, but buy the source
Can't explain why the force, is me
Known to bring a down, like bobby did Whitney
sissies 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 scheme to escape
Make broads become queens, run things like a sprinter
The way you want the I rub off like henner
I remain a tattoo with natural raps
Copy like a fax that's y'all facts
raps is where it began, I'ma end it wherever I land
I done 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