Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Blooded

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, come on,
We it higher

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 is a terrible thing to spill
Rap life's like a dream seems for real
A nigga up, superstar, with no acres
After, traveling the to see paper's just paper
Streets take ya, back and forth like a
I'm a slave to the rhythm's off
I get the job done, but days I wanna take 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 hurts
Play the from my grandmother like kraftwerk
I rock the fast I'm in to win but then begin to sin
We're in to win with hen's and
Beast for each and greet the meek speech
To and peak cause pete, shit gets deep
I freak, that come out
At night, when cats pull the gun out
Go on and on and, to the of when the
run out, run out, r-run out
C uhh,

(come on) cold-blooded, hard-core
(Hit em with the) 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) rough and rugged, and raw
For you and yours, for you and
(Yo, yo I-I think I wanna taste horns
I want you to taste these horns, on now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) (yeah) hard-core
(Ain't it) rough and (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah baby what I'm talking about
on, give 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 taste of this here)
For you and yours, for you and

The simps,
studs mention me,
As a, MC, sent to be the reign
On the I came
With talk, coke and a Hennesey walk
My imagery talks, metaphors and similes
Time for war, my artillery caulks the nigga
I'm killing 'em
Dealing with golf, getting on the course
I be dissing magazines, but buy the source
Can't why the force, is with me
Known to bring a rapper down, bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut like this is beat street in
Bragging how they don't eat and abstract
I backsmack em with they skateboard, flee the crime
a rhyme scheme to escape frauds
Make broads become queens, run things like a rasta
The way you the game I rub off like henner
I remain like a with natural raps
Copy like a fax that's actual facts
Battle raps is where it began, end it wherever I land
I done thought of, a plan, it goes