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
Brother com, gotta our move through
The stylist and violence vibrance
The sign of times with rhyme is timeless
The mind is a thing to spill
Rap life's like a that seems for real
A wake up, superstar, with no acres
After, traveling the world to see just paper
Streets take ya, back and forth like a
I'm a to the rhythm's breaking off
I get the job done, but some days I take off
D be like, we got no time for that!
said, we ain't got no time for that!
My old like, we ain't got no time for that!
So I rhyme my back hurts
the numbers from my grandmother like kraftwerk
I rock the patchwork fast I'm in to win but begin to sin
in to win with hen's and heineken's
Beast for each and greet the meek speech
To seek and cause pete, shit gets deep
I freak, styles that out
At night, when most 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 (come on) rugged 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 I wanna taste these horns
I you to taste these horns, come on now)
C, the (uh) cold-blooded (yeah) hard-core
(Ain't it) rough and rugged (uh) and raw
(Yeah baby what I'm talking about
come on, give em, give us a more)
For you and yours, for you and
C to the, (nasty) cold-blooded, hard-core
(Come on) rough and rugged, and raw
(Yo, let let me get a little taste of this here)
For you and yours, for you and

The simps,
These mention me,
As a, MC, sent to be the reign
On the industry I
With penitentiary talk, and a Hennesey walk
My imagery talks, and similes stalk
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 why the force, is with me
to bring a rapper down, like bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut like this is street in backpacks
Bragging how they don't eat meat and
I backsmack em with they skateboard, flee the crime
a rhyme scheme to escape frauds
Make broads become queens, run things a rasta sprinter
The way you want the game I rub off like
I remain a tattoo with natural raps
Copy like a fax that's actual facts
Battle raps is where it began, I'ma end it wherever I
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,
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)
and rugged, 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