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 take it

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, school
Brother com, gotta make our through
The stylist and violence with
The sign of times rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a terrible thing to
Rap life's like a that seems for real
A wake up, superstar, with no acres
After, the world to see paper's just paper
Streets ya, back and forth like a shaker
I'm a slave to the rhythm's 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 my back hurts
the numbers from my grandmother like kraftwerk
I rock the patchwork 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 and peak cause pete, shit 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
Sound run out, run out, out
C uhh,

Cold-blooded (come on) cold-blooded,
(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) and rugged, rugged and raw
For you and yours, for you and
(Yo, yo I-I think I wanna taste these
I want you to taste these horns, 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, 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, alright let let me get a taste of this here)
For you and yours, for you and

The simps,
These studs me,
As a, intense MC, to be the reign
On the industry I
With talk, coke and a Hennesey walk
My talks, metaphors and similes stalk
Time for war, my artillery the hardest nigga
I'm 'em soft
Dealing with golf, getting blowed on the
I be dissing magazines, but then buy the
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 scheme to escape frauds
Make broads queens, run things like a rasta sprinter
The way you want the game I rub off henner
I remain like a with natural raps
like a fax that's y'all 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, (yeah, come 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)
Cold-blooded (nasty, yo yo)
and rugged, 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)
and rugged, rugged and raw
For you and yours, for you and