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, on, hard-core
We it higher

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, school
Brother com, gotta make our move
The stylist and with vibrance
The sign of times with rhyme shit is
The mind is a terrible to spill
Rap life's like a dream that seems for
A nigga up, superstar, with no acres
After, traveling the world to see just paper
take ya, back and forth 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 ain't got no for that!
My old like, we ain't got no time for that!
So I rhyme when my hurts
the numbers 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 each and greet the meek with
To seek and peak cause pete, shit gets
I freak, styles that out
At night, most 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 (come on) rugged and raw
(Hey) for you and yours, for you and
You got the c, uhh, (yeah)
(come on) hard-core
(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 these horns, 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, give em, give us a more)
For you and yours, for you and
C to the, cold-blooded (nasty) cold-blooded,
(Come on) rough and rugged, and raw
(Yo, alright let let me get a taste of this here)
For you and yours, for you and

The simps,
These mention me,
As a, intense MC, to be the reign
On the I came
With penitentiary talk, coke and a Hennesey
My imagery talks, metaphors and stalk
for war, my artillery caulks the hardest nigga
I'm 'em soft
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
sissies strut like this is beat street in backpacks
Bragging how they don't eat meat and
I backsmack em with they skateboard, the crime scene
With a rhyme scheme to frauds
Make broads become queens, run things like a rasta
The way you want the game I rub off henner
I remain like a tattoo with raps
Copy like a fax y'all actual facts
Battle 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)
(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