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
Brother com, gotta make our through
The and violence with vibrance
The sign of times rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a terrible to spill
Rap life's like a dream that for real
A wake up, superstar, with no acres
After, traveling the world to see paper's 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 days I wanna off
D be like, we ain't got no 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 back
Play the numbers from my grandmother like
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 with
To seek and peak cause pete, gets deep
I freak, styles come out
At night, when most cats 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 the) rough and rugged (come on) rugged and raw
(Hey) for you and yours, for you and
You got the c, uhh, (yeah)
Cold-blooded (come on)
(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 these 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, 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, sent to be the
On the industry I
penitentiary talk, coke and a Hennesey walk
My imagery talks, and similes stalk
Time for war, my caulks the hardest nigga
I'm 'em soft
with golf, getting blowed on the course
I be magazines, but then buy the source
Can't why the force, is with me
Known to a rapper down, like bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut like is beat street in backpacks
Bragging how they don't eat and abstract
I backsmack em with skateboard, flee the crime scene
With a rhyme scheme to frauds
broads become queens, run things like a rasta sprinter
The way you want the game I rub off like
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 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)
(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