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, school
com, gotta make our move through
The and violence with vibrance
The of times with rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a terrible to spill
Rap like a dream that seems for real
A nigga wake up, superstar, no acres
After, traveling the world to see paper's 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 ain't got no for that!
Questlove said, we got no time for that!
My old like, we ain't got no time for that!
So I rhyme my back hurts
Play the from my grandmother like kraftwerk
I the patchwork fast 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 with speech
To seek and peak cause pete, gets deep
I freak, styles that out
At night, when cats pull the gun out
Go on and on and, to the break of the
run out, run out, r-run out
C uhh,

Cold-blooded (come on) cold-blooded,
(Hit em the) rough 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) and rugged, rugged and raw
For you and yours, for you and
(Yo, yo I-I think I wanna these horns
I you to taste these horns, come on now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) cold-blooded (yeah)
(Ain't it) rough and (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah baby that's I'm talking about
come on, give em, 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, to be the reign
On the industry I
With penitentiary talk, coke and a walk
My imagery talks, metaphors and stalk
Time for war, my artillery caulks the hardest
I'm killing 'em
Dealing with golf, getting on the course
I be dissing magazines, but buy the source
explain why the force, is with me
Known to bring a rapper down, like bobby did
sissies strut like this is beat street in backpacks
Bragging how they don't eat and abstract
I backsmack em with skateboard, flee the crime scene
With a rhyme scheme to frauds
Make broads become queens, run things like a sprinter
The way you the game I rub off like henner
I remain like a tattoo with raps
Copy like a fax y'all actual facts
raps is where it began, I'ma end it wherever I land
I done of, a master plan, it goes

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,
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)
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