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,
Ain't it,huh, come on,
We take it

Yo, yo
My daughter, started, nursery 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 life's like a dream that for real
A nigga wake up, superstar, with no
After, traveling the world to see just paper
Streets take ya, 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!
said, we ain't got no time for that!
My old like, we ain't got no time for that!
So I when my back hurts
Play the numbers from my like kraftwerk
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 greet the meek with
To seek and peak cause pete, shit gets
I freak, styles come out
At night, when most pull the gun out
Go on and on and, to the break of 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 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) rough and (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah baby that's what I'm talking
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 little taste of 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 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 a rapper down, like bobby did Whitney
sissies strut like this is beat street in backpacks
Bragging how they eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em with they skateboard, flee the scene
With a rhyme to escape 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 with natural
Copy a fax that's y'all actual facts
Battle raps is where it began, end it wherever I land
I done thought of, a plan, it goes

C to the, cold-blooded (yeah, 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,
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)
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)
and rugged, rugged and raw
For you and yours, for you and