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 and violence with vibrance
The of times with rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a thing to spill
Rap life's like a dream that for real
A nigga wake up, superstar, no acres
After, traveling the world to see just paper
Streets take ya, back and forth 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 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 when my back hurts
Play the numbers from my grandmother like
I rock the patchwork 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 meek speech
To and peak cause pete, shit 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
run out, run out, r-run out
C uhh,

(come on) cold-blooded, hard-core
(Hit em with the) and rugged (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 these horns
I want you to taste horns, come on now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) (yeah) hard-core
(Ain't it) rough and (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah that's what I'm talking about
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) rough and rugged, and raw
(Yo, alright let let me get a little taste of here)
For you and yours, for you and

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