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 take it

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, school
Brother com, gotta make our through
The stylist and violence vibrance
The sign of with rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a thing to spill
Rap life's like a dream seems for real
A nigga wake up, superstar, no acres
After, traveling the world to see just paper
take ya, back and forth like a shaker
I'm a to the rhythm's 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 my back hurts
Play the numbers from my grandmother like
I rock the patchwork fast I'm in to win but begin to sin
We're in to win with hen's and
Beast for each and greet the meek speech
To seek and cause pete, shit gets deep
I freak, styles that out
At night, when 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 with the) and rugged (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) and rugged, rugged and raw
For you and yours, for you and
(Yo, yo I-I I wanna taste these 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 what I'm talking about
on, give em, give us a little more)
For you and yours, for you and
C to the, cold-blooded (nasty) cold-blooded,
(Come on) rough and rugged, and raw
(Yo, let let me get a little 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 industry I
penitentiary talk, coke and a Hennesey walk
My imagery talks, metaphors and stalk
Time for war, my artillery caulks the hardest
I'm 'em soft
Dealing with golf, getting blowed on the
I be magazines, but then buy the source
explain why the force, is with me
Known to bring a rapper down, bobby did Whitney
sissies strut like this is beat street in backpacks
Bragging how they eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em with they skateboard, flee the crime
With a rhyme to escape frauds
Make broads become queens, run like a rasta sprinter
The way you the game I rub off like henner
I like a tattoo with natural raps
like a fax that's y'all actual facts
Battle raps is where it began, 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,
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, 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