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 little daughter, started, school
Brother com, gotta our move through
The stylist and with vibrance
The sign of times with rhyme shit is
The mind is a thing to spill
Rap life's like a that seems for real
A nigga wake up, superstar, with no
After, traveling the to see paper's just paper
Streets take ya, back and forth 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 ain't got no for that!
My old bird like, we got no time for that!
So I rhyme when my back
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 with and heineken's
Beast for each and greet the with speech
To seek and cause pete, shit gets deep
I freak, styles come out
At night, when most 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 rugged (come on) 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 taste these
I you to taste these horns, come on now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) (yeah) hard-core
(Ain't it) rough and rugged (uh) and raw
(Yeah baby that's what I'm talking
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, 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, coke and a Hennesey
My imagery talks, metaphors and similes
Time for war, my caulks the hardest nigga
I'm killing 'em
Dealing with golf, getting blowed on the
I be magazines, but then buy the source
explain why the force, is with me
Known to a rapper down, like bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies like this is beat street in backpacks
Bragging how they eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em with they skateboard, flee the crime
a rhyme scheme to escape frauds
Make broads become queens, run things like a sprinter
The way you the game I rub off like henner
I remain like a tattoo natural raps
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, (yeah, come on)
Cold-blooded, (ya know)
(Ain't it) rough and rugged, (come on) 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)
Cold-blooded (nasty, yo yo)
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