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 daughter, started, nursery school
com, gotta make our move through
The stylist and violence with
The sign of times with rhyme shit is
The is a terrible thing to spill
Rap life's like a dream that seems for
A nigga wake up, superstar, with no
After, traveling the to see paper's just paper
take ya, back and forth like a shaker
I'm a slave to the breaking off
I get the job done, but some days I wanna off
D be like, we got no time for that!
said, we ain't got no time for that!
My old bird like, we ain't got no for that!
So I rhyme when my hurts
the numbers from my grandmother like kraftwerk
I the patchwork fast I'm in to win but then begin to sin
We're in to win with and heineken's
Beast for each and greet the with speech
To seek and cause pete, shit gets deep
I freak, that 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,

(come on) cold-blooded, hard-core
(Hit em with the) rough and rugged (come on) 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 taste these horns, on now)
C, the (uh) cold-blooded (yeah) hard-core
(Ain't it) and rugged (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah that's what I'm talking about
come on, give em, give us a 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 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 Hennesey
My imagery talks, metaphors and similes
for war, my artillery caulks the hardest nigga
I'm 'em soft
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, like did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies like this is beat street in backpacks
Bragging how don't eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em with they skateboard, flee the scene
With a rhyme scheme to escape
Make broads become queens, run things like a rasta
The way you want the game I rub off 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 thought of, a master 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,
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, 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