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 daughter, started, nursery school
Brother com, make our move through
The stylist and with vibrance
The of times with rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a terrible thing to
Rap life's like a dream seems for real
A wake up, superstar, with no acres
After, traveling the world to see paper's paper
Streets ya, back and forth like a shaker
I'm a to the rhythm's breaking off
I get the job done, but some days I wanna off
D be like, we ain't got no for that!
Questlove said, we ain't got no for that!
My old bird like, we got no time for that!
So I rhyme when my hurts
Play the numbers my grandmother like kraftwerk
I rock the patchwork fast I'm in to win but begin to sin
in to win with hen's and heineken's
Beast for each and greet the meek speech
To seek and peak cause pete, gets deep
I freak, styles that out
At night, when most pull the gun out
Go on and on and, to the of when the
run out, run out, r-run 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)
(come on) hard-core
(Ain't it funky) and rugged, 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) (yeah) hard-core
(Ain't it) rough and (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah baby that's what I'm talking
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, let let me get a little taste of this here)
For you and yours, for you and

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