Luyện nghe bài hát Coldblooded

Cold-blooded, cold-blooded,
Rough and 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 stylist and violence with
The sign of with rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a thing to spill
Rap like a dream that seems for real
A nigga up, superstar, with no acres
After, traveling the world to see paper's 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 got no time for that!
My old like, we ain't got no time for that!
So I rhyme when my back
Play the numbers from my grandmother like
I rock the patchwork fast I'm in to win but begin to sin
We're in to win with hen's and
Beast for each and the meek with speech
To seek and peak cause pete, shit deep
I freak, styles that 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 the) rough and rugged (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 think I 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 (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah baby that's 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 taste of here)
For you and yours, for you and

The simps,
studs mention me,
As a, intense MC, to be the reign
On the I came
With penitentiary talk, coke and a Hennesey
My imagery talks, metaphors and similes
Time for war, my artillery the hardest nigga
I'm killing 'em
Dealing with golf, blowed on the course
I be magazines, but then buy the source
Can't why the force, is with me
Known to bring a down, like bobby did Whitney
sissies strut like this is beat street in backpacks
Bragging how don't eat meat and abstract
I em with they skateboard, flee the crime scene
With a rhyme scheme to frauds
Make broads become queens, run things like a rasta
The way you want the game I rub off henner
I remain like a tattoo natural raps
Copy like a fax that's 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) 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, 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