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 it higher

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, nursery
Brother com, gotta our move through
The stylist and with vibrance
The sign of with rhyme shit is timeless
The is a terrible thing 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 just
Streets take ya, back and like a shaker
I'm a to the rhythm's breaking off
I get the job done, but days I wanna take off
D be like, we ain't got no for that!
Questlove said, we got no time for that!
My old bird like, we got no time for that!
So I when my back hurts
the numbers from my grandmother like kraftwerk
I rock the patchwork I'm in to win but then begin to sin
We're in to win with hen's and
for each and greet the meek with speech
To seek and peak cause pete, gets deep
I freak, styles come out
At night, most cats 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 I wanna taste these horns
I you to taste these horns, come on now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) (yeah) hard-core
(Ain't it) and rugged (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, alright let let me get a taste of this here)
For you and yours, for you and

The simps,
These mention me,
As a, intense MC, to be the reign
On the I came
With penitentiary talk, coke and a walk
My imagery talks, metaphors and similes
Time for war, my artillery the hardest nigga
I'm killing 'em
Dealing with golf, blowed on the course
I be dissing magazines, but then buy the
Can't explain why the force, is me
Known to bring a rapper down, bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated strut like this is beat street in backpacks
Bragging how they don't eat and abstract
I em with they skateboard, flee the crime scene
a rhyme scheme to escape frauds
Make broads become queens, run things like a sprinter
The way you want the game I rub off like
I like a tattoo with natural raps
Copy like a fax y'all actual facts
Battle raps is where it began, 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) 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)
and rugged, rugged and raw
For you and yours, for you and