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, come on,
We take it

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, nursery
com, gotta make our move through
The and violence with vibrance
The sign of times rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a thing to spill
Rap life's a dream that seems for real
A nigga up, superstar, with no acres
After, traveling the to see paper's just paper
Streets take ya, back and 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 when my back hurts
Play the numbers from my grandmother kraftwerk
I rock the patchwork fast I'm in to win but begin to sin
We're in to win with and heineken's
Beast for each and greet the with speech
To seek and peak cause pete, shit gets
I freak, styles come out
At night, when most pull the gun out
Go on and on and, to the of when 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 taste these horns
I want you to taste these horns, on now)
C, the (uh) cold-blooded (yeah) hard-core
(Ain't it) and rugged (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah baby that's I'm talking 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) and rugged, rugged and raw
(Yo, alright let let me get a 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 talk, coke and a Hennesey walk
My imagery talks, and similes stalk
Time for war, my artillery the hardest nigga
I'm 'em soft
Dealing with golf, getting on the course
I be magazines, but then buy the source
Can't explain why the force, is me
Known to a rapper down, like 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 crime
With a scheme to escape frauds
Make broads become queens, run things a rasta sprinter
The way you the game I rub off like henner
I like a tattoo with natural raps
Copy like a fax that's actual facts
Battle is where it began, I'ma end it wherever I land
I done thought of, a master plan, it

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,
and rugged, rugged and raw
For you and yours, for you and
You got the c to the, (yeah, hey)
Cold-blooded (nasty, yo yo)
and rugged, 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