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,
it,huh, come on, hard-core
We it higher

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, nursery
Brother com, gotta make our through
The stylist and violence vibrance
The sign of with rhyme shit is timeless
The is a terrible thing to spill
Rap life's a dream that seems for real
A nigga wake up, superstar, no acres
After, traveling the to see paper's just paper
take ya, back and forth 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 got no time for that!
Questlove said, we ain't got no for that!
My old bird like, we got no time for that!
So I rhyme my back hurts
Play the numbers from my grandmother like
I rock the fast I'm in to win but then begin to sin
We're in to win with and heineken's
Beast for and greet the meek with speech
To seek and peak cause pete, shit gets
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 think I taste these horns
I want you to these horns, come on now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) (yeah) hard-core
(Ain't it) and rugged (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah that's what I'm talking about
come on, em, give us a little more)
For you and yours, for you and
C to the, (nasty) cold-blooded, hard-core
(Come on) rough and rugged, and raw
(Yo, alright let let me get a little 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 industry I
With penitentiary talk, coke and a Hennesey
My imagery talks, metaphors and stalk
Time for war, my artillery the hardest nigga
I'm 'em soft
Dealing golf, getting blowed on the course
I be magazines, but then buy the source
explain why the force, is with me
Known to bring a rapper down, like bobby did
Sophisticated sissies like this is beat street in backpacks
how they don't eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em with skateboard, flee the crime scene
With a rhyme scheme to escape
Make become queens, run things like a rasta sprinter
The way you want the I rub off like henner
I remain like a tattoo with natural
Copy like a fax that's y'all facts
raps is where it began, I'ma end it wherever I land
I done thought of, a master plan, it

C to the, cold-blooded (yeah, 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