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 take it

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, nursery
com, gotta make our move through
The stylist and violence with
The of times with rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a terrible thing to
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 forth 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 got no time for that!
Questlove said, we got no time for that!
My old bird like, we ain't got no for that!
So I rhyme when my hurts
Play the from my grandmother like kraftwerk
I the patchwork fast I'm in to win but then begin to sin
We're in to win hen's and heineken's
for each and greet the meek with speech
To seek and peak cause pete, shit deep
I freak, that come 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,

(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 taste these horns
I want you to taste 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 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) and rugged, rugged and raw
(Yo, alright let let me get a little of this here)
For you and yours, for you and

The simps,
These mention me,
As a, MC, sent to be the reign
On the I came
penitentiary talk, coke and a Hennesey walk
My imagery talks, and similes stalk
Time for war, my artillery caulks the hardest
I'm killing 'em
Dealing with golf, blowed on the course
I be magazines, but then buy the source
Can't why the force, is with me
Known to bring a down, like bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies like this is beat street in backpacks
how they don't eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em they skateboard, flee the crime scene
With a rhyme scheme to escape
Make broads queens, run things like a rasta sprinter
The way you want the game I rub off like
I like a tattoo with natural raps
Copy like a fax that's y'all facts
Battle is where it began, I'ma end it wherever I land
I thought 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, 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