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
com, gotta make our move through
The and violence with vibrance
The sign of times with shit is timeless
The is a terrible thing to spill
Rap life's a dream that seems for real
A nigga wake up, superstar, with no
After, traveling the to see paper's just paper
take ya, back and forth like a shaker
I'm a slave to the breaking off
I get the job done, but days I wanna take off
D be like, we got no time for that!
Questlove said, we ain't got no for that!
My old bird like, we ain't got no for that!
So I rhyme when my back
Play the numbers from my grandmother like
I the patchwork fast I'm in to win but then begin to sin
in to win with hen's and heineken's
Beast for each and greet the with speech
To and peak cause pete, shit gets deep
I freak, that come 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) 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 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 what I'm about
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) 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,
These mention me,
As a, MC, sent to be the reign
On the I came
With penitentiary talk, and a Hennesey walk
My imagery talks, metaphors and similes
Time for war, my artillery caulks the hardest
I'm 'em soft
Dealing with golf, blowed on the course
I be dissing magazines, but then buy the
Can't why the force, is with me
Known to a rapper down, like bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated 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 escape
broads become queens, run things like a rasta sprinter
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 raps is where it began, I'ma end it wherever I
I done of, a master plan, it goes

C to the, (yeah, come 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